Life is for Living

To my Wife...

2011-06-14T04:15:00.002-04:00

As Chrissy and I celebrate our 14th anniversary, I want to take a moment to celebrate my dear wife on her weight loss. I have witnessed the entire process firsthand and it has been amazing. In my eyes, it has been a total body transformation; not only physically but mentally as well. I am happy to say that my wife is the most dedicated, powerful, and inspirational person that I know. She has proven that these qualities along with tons of hard work is the key to accomplish any goal. It all started with dedication. She is the type of person that puts 110% into everything that she does. She began her journey by doing minimal exercise in the home and changing not only her eating habits but allot of mine as well. Day by day, week by week, I continuously saw her do more and more. Mid July, I went on a business trip to Chicago and asked her to go with me. We stayed at a place that had free membership to a gym nearby. As I would go to work, she would go to this gym. After the first day, she told me, we need to join a gym. As we returned home, one of the first things that we did was join a gym. I have seen her progress from walking a short distance to running for miles and miles and miles at a time, along with many other activities. I have heard her say many times that exercise becomes and is addictive. She definitely makes it a high priority and loves doing it. She has also had many obstacles to overcome throughout the entire process. Most people would have thrown their hands in the air and give up. My dear wife persevered through these and by doing so has made her a much stronger person mentally. She has been an inspiration to so many people. I have clearly heard hundreds of people say to her, you are a huge inspiration. I am more proud of her transformation than any other thing in my life. Their is clearly no other person than me that could be more proud and happy for the things that she has been able to accomplish. She has inspired me more than she would ever know or begin to understand. Chrissy, you truly are a hero and I love you more than words can say. Happy Anniversary...

The Before, Middle and After

2011-06-06T19:33:00.005-04:00

Today I hit a major milestone in my weight loss journey.

I reached my weight goal.

145 pounds lost.

In just 14 months.

In case you can't imagine how much losing 145 pounds of fat and nastiness can change your body, check out how it changed mine.

Before - July 2009

The Middle - August 2010 - about 6 months in and 70 pounds lost

And the After - June 2011 - 145 pounds lost

It has taken a lot of hard work, committment, dedication, will power and faith in myself to reach my goal, but I did it. I finally did it.

And it feels good.

Really good.

Go Dolphins!

2010-09-20T11:16:00.006-04:00

It's that time of year.

Fall

or better known around our house

FOOTBALL.

Now Donny, he lives and breathes by what is going on in the great state of Alabama, and fantasizes about the day when he is retired and he can roll around the country with his beloved Crimson Tide.

But this year beside the crimson, we are seeing Teal and Orange, and one little boy who lives in our house is dreaming about Dolphins.

Yes, along with the Crimson Tide, Donny has been fantasizing about the day one of his boys starts playing football. Because, really, what is the point in having a son if you can't pass on to him the love of football?

So, Colin is all geared up, ready to attack

He's been busy practicing, learning how to run plays and take a hit.

He even had to get a haircut so he could get his helmet on and be abe to see.

That haircut was my least favorite part. I like my boys with long locks of hair. Yes, because I still fantasize that they are girls. But seriously, does this kid have ginormous hands or what!

First game is this Saturday. Bright and early. 9:00 am.

Go Dolphins!! Good Times!!

And if you are a parent on an opposing team from my son, and your kid weighs more than 100 pounds, could you please ask him to not tackle my son in any way, form or fashion. Thanks! That would be just great!

Birthdays are of the Devil

2010-09-15T11:54:00.002-04:00

Another year has passed and now Donny is another year older.

37 years older to be exact.

Last year we spent Donny's birthday in the hospital with Madilyn who was having yet another surgery, while he and I nursed ourselves back to health from our ravaging strep throat.

Happy to say this year, no hospitals, no surgeries, no strep throat (I am knocking on wood as I type this!).

And while Donny and I may be getting older, he thankfully is still older than me, we are getting smaller and smaller. We have been working our hinnies off, well, I have been working my hinny off, Donny doesn't have a hinny to work off, but he does have a gut, well, he used to have a gut, he has been working it off!

Did that sentence combine enough fragments to even make sense?

Anyway, Donny has lost almost 50 pounds of belly fat and I have lost almost 80 pounds of belly, booty, thigh, back, arm, face, neck, hand, feet, fingers and toe fat.

Together we are the incredible shrinking couple. And we are still going. Everyday. No mercy!

So when birthdays come around, especially Donny's, problems arise for the incredible shrinking couple. What is a birthday without an ooey-gooey chocolate birthday cake? Now I opted out of having a birthday cake this year. Yes, cause I am THAT good. But Donny, well, the man loves chocolate. So as a faithful dedicated good little wifey, I made the ooey-gooey chocolate cake for my man.

And let me tell you, it is of the devil!

So there it sits, half eaten, half left, getting ooeyer and gooeyer every minute.

Have I had a piece?

NO!

And I have no intention of having a piece. Yes, cause I am THAT good!

Now I know what you are all thinking. What is the point of living if you can't even enjoy a piece of your husband's birthday cake, even if it is of the devil. Well, the point is, umm, yeah, I don't know yet. I know there is a point somewhere. When I figure it out, I'll let you know. In the meantime, I will not be partaking of anything that is of the devil!

My Bestie is the BEST!

2010-08-29T10:09:00.012-04:00

For my birthday this year, Donny surprised me with a plane ticket to Ft. Myers, FL to spend five fabulous days with my most favorite person on the planet (besides him, of course). Jen and I have been friends for years and she is more like a sister to me than a friend. I was super excited by my gift!

We all know what happened on my birthday, so I wasn't sure if I was still going to make it to Florida or not, but everyone said I should still go, so off I went.

Jen and I had a great time shopping, eating out, getting manis and pedis, more shopping, going to the beach , couponing, working out, and chatting it up till all hours of the night.

So thanks to Jen for a great week and thanks to Donny for a great birthday gift and for playing Mom and Dad all week.

In Loving Memory of My Father

2010-08-21T13:33:00.006-04:00

Michael Dewitt "Mike" Parr
February 11, 1954 - August 15, 2010

Matthew 11:28-29 "Come unto me all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls."

On Sunday, August 15, 2010 my father ended his own life. There are no words to express the loss and grief my family feels at this time. There are many unanswered questions that we may never know the answers to in this life. But we have faith and take comfort knowing that he is now in a place of comfort and love and has found peace. He will truly be missed and our lives are forever altered, but I hope he feels our love, understanding and compassion for him.

When I'm Gone

When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile,
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned
And remember only the smile.
Forget unkind words I have spoken;
Remember some good I have done.
Forget that I ever had a heartache
And remember I've had loads of fun.
Forget that I have stumbled and blundered
And sometimes fell by the way.
Remember I have fought some hard battles
And won, ere the close of the day.
Then forget to grieve for my going,
I would not have you sad for a day,
But in summer just gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay,
And come in the evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best.

Southaven - MICHAEL D. "MIKE" PARR, 56, Kroger manager for 36 years, died Sunday, August 15, 2010 at his home. Mr. Parr was born February 11, 1954 in Houston, TX and he grew up in Greenville, MS. Visitation will be Tuesday, August 17 from 7-9 p.m. at Twin Oaks Funeral Home in Southaven. Services will be Wednesday, August 18 at 10 a.m. at the funeral home with burial in Twin Oaks Memorial Gardens in Southaven. He is survived by his wife of 37 years, Carolyn Parr of Southaven; two daughters, Miriam Parr Arroyo and her husband, Ross of Hattiesburg, MS and Chrissy Parr Langley and her husband, Donny of Newnan, GA; one son, Blake Parr and his wife, Shelby of Byhalia, MS; four sisters, Angie Parr Cohea, JoAnn Parr Sumrall, Diane Parr Goodwin, and Nancy Parr Fugett; and seven grandchildren, Jonathan, Addison, Tanner, Madilyn, Colin, Anna Reese, and Philip. He was preceded in death by his parents, Dewitt and Eva Parr and one sister, Teri Parr Riddle. The family requests that any memorials be made to the United Way.

Rest in Peace Dad. I love you.

How We've Been Living

2010-08-12T18:40:00.005-04:00

It's no secret I have not been updating my blog. And when you see how busy we have been this summer you might understand. If you don't I don't really care. You'll get over it eventually.

My kids got out of school for the summer the Friday before Memorial Day. From there, this is how it all went down

1st week - Me at my churches' Girls Camp for a week
2nd week - Home
3rd week - Camping at Stone Mountain
4th week - Colin and I at Cub Scout Day camp for a week
5th week - Camping in Alabama
6th week - Kids in Alabama, Donny and I in Chicago
7th week - Camping in Chattanooga
8th week - Kids in Mississippi, Donny and I camping at Stone Mountain
9th week - Mississippi for my brother's wedding
10th week - Back to school

As you can see, we packed it in this summer. Big time!

Donny started a new job on May 31st. He was unhappy with some things going on at the Kmart DC and with Sears Holdings company in general and decided it was time to look for a move. In no time, he had an offer from the Walmart.com Fulfillment Center here in the Atlanata area as an Operations Manager. And with all jobs there are always the good and the bad.

The good - To start out, he will only be working three days a week - Saturday, Sunday, Monday.

The bad - He will be working Sundays

But for the summer the job was great and we were able to do so much traveling and have lots of fun. Now the kids are back in school and we will see how well things continue to go.

Enjoy some pics from our summer adventures

My five fabulous young women I chaperoned at Girls' Camp

Stone Mountain Fun

Camping in Alabama with Donny's family

Chicago, Baby!

Chattanooga Fun where Nana joined us for a week of camping

Now I don't have any pictures of my brother's wedding because I am STILL WAITING on my sister (who was the photographer) to HURRY UP and edit the photos that EVERYONE is DYING to SEE!

So that wraps up our very exciting, fun, eventful, packed-full summer.

We are a week into school and back to reality.

Bring on the good times!

Bad Blogger

2010-05-24T09:26:00.003-04:00

Yes, that is me. Cannot believe three months have passed since I last posted something on here. We have lots going on, and are so super busy, so maybe soon I will get this thing caught up since I know everyone is so interested in staying up-to-date with my fascinating family!

My Mr. Fix-It

2010-02-26T18:40:00.002-05:00

Anyone need a handyman?

He can do it all folks - electrical, plumbing, HVAC, general carpentry - He is your man.

Just have him home by 8:00. He has a very strict bedtime.

Birds, Butterflies, Blooms and Bribes

2010-02-24T15:11:00.023-05:00

What are your kids willing to do for a pack of gum?

My kids LOVE gum, and since I frequently am able to get it for next to nothing, I keep a nice stash of it hidden away for moments when I need it. You see, my kids will do just about anything for a pack of gum. But more of that later.

If you live in the South, then you know that this past weekend was BEAUTIFUL. As soon as we found out how warm and pleasant it was going to be, we knew it was time to take the camper out for the first time this year.

We headed up to Pine Mountain (or should I say down since it is technically south of us) and camped at Roosevelt State Park and spent the day at Callaway Gardens. It was a great little trip and the fresh air and warm sunshine was perfect!

The Birds of Prey show was great, until some wild eagles decided to crash the party and freaked out all the birds in the show. Freaked out birds means "Show is Over!".

The Butterfly House was, well, it was just HOT! We were disappointed that there weren't more butterflies, but the ones we did see were lovely.

The Horticultural Center made me long for Spring, for flowers, and maybe even a trip to Hawaii.

And now today, it was snowing again. Crazy! But at least we got one perfect weather weekend out of the cold wet winter!

And speaking of perfect, all I had to do was offer up each kid a pack of gum to get some great shots of them on the mountain.

But don't ask them to share. They are not into that.

Now how long until we can go again?

Big Cake

2010-02-22T10:40:00.005-05:00

I love to make my kids' birthday cakes!

#1 - They are delicious!

#2 - They are special!

#3 - I like to torture myself!

Making cakes is soo much work for me. It's not easy, but it is worth it.

Philip's 5th birthday cake was my favorite cake I have ever made! I was very happy with how it turned out, and it tasted as good as it looked! (Thats what counts the most, right!) And the kids at the party ate it up! They all were asking for more!

Want a piece? Come on over, we still have plenty!

My Baby and his Birthday

2010-02-21T17:11:00.002-05:00

Well, today is the day.

At 5:11 PM this afternoon, my baby officially became 5 years old.

Seems like he should only be two or three. How can five be here all ready?

We celebrated big time this year and did something I never do - We had a big party at Monkey Joe's. I'm not one to spend a grand amount of money on a party, but Philip has never even had a "real" birthday party before, so I figured, Why Not?

We had the party Friday afternoon, and all the kids seemed to have a great time.

Happy Birthday Little Phil Phil!

True Love

2010-02-16T16:14:00.003-05:00

In case you have forgotten, or I haven't mentioned it lately, I LOVE COUPON SHOPPING!!!

I never knew that walking into a grocery store and getting $100's of dollars of groceries for a fraction of the cost could be so exciting.

And my excitement is catching on!

I have passed on my addiction to so many friends from church. I even recently taught a little class on how I do what I do.

I love hearing my friends talk about how much they are saving and how excited they are to be saving money.

So, don't forget. Get your Sunday papers!!!

And if anyone needs butter or cheese anytime soon, I have plenty!

Oh No - Not Snow!

2010-02-15T15:44:00.001-05:00

It is no secret - I am not a fan of snow.

It is cold.

It is wet.

Two things I am not fond of when it is freezing outside.

Put me on a beach in St. Lucia, and I will definitely be looking for something cold and wet, aside from the fact that I would be very happy.

But one month out from Spring, I am not looking for anything cold and wet, much less snow.

Granted, it is lovely to look at, everything covered in a white blanket. Very peaceful. Serene.

And I will admit that as long as I can stay tucked away in my house, and just watch the snow fall from my warm windows, I don't mind it so much.

And this year, that is exactly what I did. I even made Donny go out and take the pictures. It was very beautiful, while it lasted, which wasn't long, just the way I prefer.

The snow fell all afternoon and into the night on Friday. I would not let the kids out in it because it was so wet when it was coming down, and I didn't want them to get soaked through. So we enjoyed watching it fall and quickly accumulate from inside.

The next morning was breath-taking. The blue sky in contrast to the white trees - lovely

Donny and the kids spent about two hours outside playing, and then that was it. Good thing they went out early because by mid-afternoon it was mostly all gone.

And the end result- what every front porch across America must look like right now

St. Lucia anyone?

Love is . . .

2010-02-14T06:00:00.000-05:00

SOOOO GOOD!!!!!

Happy Valentine's Day!

Hot Wheels Part Two

2010-02-07T19:50:00.006-05:00

Colin isn't the only boy around this house that has a love of hot wheels and fast cars!

Little Phil Phil found this shirt at Old Navy, and was beyond excited! (Despite the look on his face!)

He wore the shirt for three days straight! I finally had to make him let me wash it.

Then he came home from school with a Hot Wheels tattoo! He insisted on taking his shirt off and placing the tattoo on his forearm, because really, it isn't very cool to have a tattoo on your hand.

The rest of the day he kept pulling his arm out of his shirt, you know through the neck (the only way to do it with long sleeves!) and admiring his new ink!

This kid is so funny!

Hot Wheels

2010-02-06T19:40:00.000-05:00

Congrats to my boy Colin for taking 1st place at the Cub Scout Pinewood Derby!

He was so excited to receive a trophy! Thought that was just about the neatest thing!

And doesn't he look so snazzy in his uniform?

And yes, those are stupid quarters glued to the top of his car! I was so mad about this!!! Dang thang didn't weigh enough and there was no where else to put more weight, so we had no other options. But Colin didn't seem to mind. He called it his "money car". But mark my words, next year, there will NOT be money glued anywhere on his car!!!!

A New Home for Tux

2010-01-29T21:23:00.004-05:00

Have you ever had the chance to meet our giant dog? If so, then you most likely have said the words, "That is the biggest dog I have ever seen" or "He's such a sweet dog, but he's so dang big". Never had the pleasure of coming face to face with him? Sit at our kitchen table, and you would.

We got our giant dog as a birthday gift for Philip three years ago. He wasn't so much of a giant back then, but more of this cute little puppy that was just too hard to resist.

And now, ironically, because of Philip, , the giant dog had to go. Philip's asthma has continued to get worse with more and more days when he needs his rescue inhaler to help him control his breathing. Nothing is worse than watching your little boy have trouble getting enough air and struggle to breathe.

Along with a giant dog comes a lot of giant dog hairs and giant pet danders (whatever those things are). His doctor recommended we find a new home for him.

So after three years, our giant dog is gone. He has a new home in Luthersville now with a new family. Hopefully he will be happy. And his new family will love him and take good care of him and be able to afford to feed him.

As for Philip, it is still too soon to tell if he is getting better. He has had a runny nose lately, and any kind of respiratory/sinus drainage aggrevates his asthma symptoms. But hopefully, soon, we will be able to see an end to the coughing and breathing struggles.

Farewell, giant dog. Happy trails!

The Perfect Pianist

2010-01-28T20:51:00.001-05:00

Many many years ago, on our 2nd wedding anniversary, Donny gave me a piano. Madilyn was just a tiny little baby (and the cutest sweetest little thing you could ever imagine). As a child, I had taken six years of lessons, but over the teenage years, gave up the desire to be talented (except to perfect the talent of flirting with boys) and I hadn't touched a keyboard in years. Motherhood had once again prompted a desire to explore any god-given talents I might have, so I had mentioned to Donny that I would love to have a piano in the house to try and relearn how to play.

That was back in the day when he listened to me, and loved to surprise me with gifts. Not so much now. He still listens, occasionally, but he won't buy me anything without my prior approval.

Over the next couple of years, I toyed around with my piano, but when we bought our first house in Memphis, there simply was not room in the house for it. 1400 square feet can only go so far with a family of four, and eventually five.

So, my piano sat nestled in the corner of the garage for years. We thought about selling it many times. But I just couldn't bring myself to let it go.

Then we moved here, and it has had a permanent residence in the basement since, untouched, collecting dust, wasting space. Kind of sad, more like wasting the piano, not the space.

So now Madilyn has expressed an interest in playing. She is a music lover and so who am I to deny her the opportunity to develop a talent.

Many discussions were had on how to rearrange the house most effectively and efficiently to fit it on the main floor, out of the basement. After some rearranging, we had a place for it.

Then came the fun - getting it from the basement to the upstairs. Ever moved a piano? Then you know what I am talking about. I won't go into any details, but Martha tried to help, and the old lady just about got stuck in the mud, but she finally pulled and tugged her way up the back hill and delivered my piano right up to the front door. And after this night, I think Donny cursed the day he ever cared enough about me to buy the piano to begin with.

So now it sits in the front dining room, and it compliments the room quite well.

And Madilyn, well, she is a natural. Who knew she was actually learning stuff in music class at school? She already knew the names of the notes on the staff, how to count time. All I had to teach her to get started was the names of the keys on the piano. She has been playing every day this week, and I have to make her get off of it once I have taken all the noise I can handle for one day. I'm really proud of her and am looking forward to watching her learn to play and listening to the beautiful music she is going to make.

Yes, I failed to mention that she is playing from her recorder book. Kind of funny, right? But hey, notes are on the same place on a graph for the piano as the recorder, so it's all good! At least until I can get her a beginner book to teach her from. Lessons will start soon. I thought I would teach her at first, but she knows a lot more than I thought she did, so she will be ready for lessons a lot sooner than later!

As for the piano, well, it needs a little work. Ten years of nonuse, stuffed in corners has done a number on it. The tuner guy is coming in a week, and hopefully after a $200 pitch raise the piano will be in good-enough working shape. At least for us it will have to be!

How Far We Have Come

2010-01-27T18:21:00.003-05:00

You may remember a time not so long ago when Donny and I both had a moment of lapse in judgement and granted our only daughter the wish of her dreams - a sleepover. Not just with one friend, but two.

Since that time, there have been many sleepovers and we have come to enjoy them, except for the whole sibling rivalry that only a good sleepover can stir up.

For Madilyn's birthday she, like most girls her age, wanted to have a sleepover.

Okay, sure. Why not. You only turn 11 once in your life, and I better enjoy her while she still wants to hang out at home. As fast as time flies, it won't be long before being at home will be the last place she wants to be.

(insert my dreaded sigh here)

So on the Friday night after her birthday, three of her little girlfriends came over for what was supposed to be a sleepover.

We went to see Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel at the movies. Favorite part: The Chipettes singing and dancing to "All the Single Ladies". Those little rodents could move!

Now my wish for any sleepover would be sleeping. Why else is it called a sleepover? So about midnight, I settled them down (and after the candy surplus I had provided them with, this with no easy task!), and thought they would all be off in dreamland before long.

The next day, I was watching all of Madilyn's home videos they had recorded on her beloved new iPod during the night, and well, there was not any sleeping going on during that night. And who knew girls could act so wild and crazy? It was very interesting to see. I would post a video, but for some reason, one of the girls chose to not wear her pj pants, and I don't think her mother would appreciate me showing you the evidence of the immodesty.

So thanks girls for all the fun! And for provided Madilyn with the need to actually take a nap during the middle of a Saturday afternoon after you left. Miracles never cease!

The Pea Pod gets an iPod

2010-01-12T21:48:00.007-05:00

Remember how it is Madilyn's birthday? Well, there is only one thing that has been on her "list" - an iPod. She wanted one for Christmas, but Santa, well, he didn't come through for her.

Good thing she can always depend on her parents and grandparents!

I was lucky enough to capture the look of actual surprise on her face as she opened the gift to reveal the long-time coveted iPod

Next, I was tackled by a huge bear hug and showered with "Thank you, thank you, thank you"s.

And to share her excitement with all of you, here is her very first video she recorded on the nifty little thing

And not to toot my horn, but I made some dang fine cupcakes for her class at school.

They were so good that I had to come home and make another batch because them dang kids ate them all!

Happy birthday Madilyn! Hope your 11th was a memorable one.

Oh, but don't worry. The celebration is not over. Stay tuned later in the week to find out how we will wrap up this birthday week!

Double 1's

2010-01-12T08:23:00.014-05:00

Can it really be that another year has already passed? Wasn't it just yesterday I was sharing Madilyn's fabulous 10th birthday with you? And now, now today, she is turning eleven?

ELEVEN!!

Not sure how to take it. Just doesn't seem fair that she is no longer a baby. Wonder if that is why I dreamed about having a baby girl last night?

And no, that is not any kind of announcement. None of the sorts.

And don't even get me started on how I feel about the countdown to Middle School, just months away. I can hear the ticking of the clock, counting down the time to when I have to send my child, my only daughter, my innocent naive little girl into a school filled with raging hormones, rebellious teenagers, and semi-independent cell-phone carrying kids.

Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.

But enough of my self-despair.

This is Madilyn's day remember.

So back to her.

I will try to put my feelings about the whole 11 business aside, and focus on her for a minute.

So Happy Birthday to my girl. It has been a long year, filled with ups and downs, and some pretty serious scares. When I think about what "could have been" I am overwhelmed with gratefulness for her health and strength and well-being. She has amazed me with her personal strength and her ability to remain calm. I know that this is a spiritual gift to her from her Heavenly Father, one that will serve her well as she grows and matures and someday sprouts her own wings and flies away. To know her is to love her. She is sweet, funny, goofy, innocent, beautiful and divine.

When I think of Madilyn, I still imagine her as this little girl.

But she is growing up, and now today she is eleven years old.

Happy Birthday Mack, Mackie, Macoroni, Macaroon, or as I called you when you were a baby, Pooh. I love you!

Did it Snow?

2010-01-08T11:58:00.010-05:00

Yes, just enough.

Just enough to make us true southerners remember why we choose to live in the South.

Just enough for schools to be cancelled and give me yet another reason to be thankful I am no longer working.

Just enough to tease the kids into actually wanting to go outside at 8:30 in the morning, only to be right back in a few minutes later, and prove to me that they actually do have some common sense.

Just enough to get a full load of laundry wet and ready to be washed.

Just enough to watch my giant dog act crazy sniffing and snorting around the ground followed by a good laugh as he slips and slides across the ice.

Just enough to make one very small piece of what should be a snowman, only to realize that we just didn't get enough to complete him.

Just enough that now at lunchtime, it is almost already gone.

Just enough to remind me that everything covered in white is beautiful and peaceful, but instills a love of spring and green in my heart that much deeper.

Just enough to get a few classic snow shots of the kids on the one day a year we have white stuff.

The Crimson Rose

2010-01-07T23:59:00.001-05:00

Have you ever wondered why we bleed bright crimson red blood? Ever wonder why Alabama is often referred to as "God's Country"? Ever wonder why crimson red is the color of the rose that symbolizes love?

There can only be one answer to these question.

Alabama Football.

The Crimson Tide.

God loves us!

How fitting that our latest National Championship comes by way of the Rose Bowl stadium!

No doubt the angels are singing and chanting along with us all the classic Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer cause way to give 'um Hell Alabama!

Roll Tide~~~~~

A Post for our Nana

2009-12-24T15:08:00.010-05:00

We aren't going to see Nana over Christmas, so for her enjoyment, this is a post just for her of her beautiful grandbabies opening their Christmas presents from her. I decided to go ahead and let them open them today so they would have all day to enjoy their gifts and hopefully relieve most of the pre-Christmas anxiety they tend to have on Christmas Eve. So far so good. So, Nana, enjoy some pictures of us opening our gifts

Philip was beyond excited that he had a gift as tall as he was. He thought that was just about the neatest thing ever.

Thanks Nana, for our Christmas presents.

Merry Christmas. We love you!

Getting It All Done

2009-12-23T12:10:00.026-05:00

I bet you thought that since I'm not working anymore that I would have plenty of time to keep this blog updated, didn't you? Well, think again. It has been almost a month since I stopped working, and I don't know where the time has gone. Everyday I wonder how in the world I had time to do anything when I was working. And thank goodness I have had time this month, because we have been busy!

For the first time since we lived here, we decided to check out the Newnan Christmas parade. It was a great parade and the kids loved it!! Donny thought a 2-hour parade was a bit long for him, but I fed him pizza to hold him over. We even saw my former co-worker and friend P Phillips driving a float for his church in the parade, along with his fellow church members who, lucky for us, were passing out propaganda to the crowd, asking us, their fellow sinner friends the ever-pressing question on everyone's mind while watching a festive Christmas parade - "If you died today, where would you go - Heaven or Hell?" The most delightful flyer answered all my questions regarding this issue that plaques me everyday. So grateful for that. Other highlights included the gorilla and Santa on motorcycles, the pooping horses, and the great high school bands

Too bad no one was passing out flyers explaining to me how a horse can be trained to do just about anything (I know, I've seen them in the circus do just about anything), but they can't be trained to walk down a road for an hour without snicking every five minutes. I just don't get it.

Anyway, next in our eventful month came the night to not soon forget. If you know me, then you know that I am terrified of bad weather. Completely freaks me out, especially storms at night. Rain is always guaranteed to wake me up, so I am up, checking the news and the sky, bracing for the worst. It drives Donny crazy. So at approximately 4:00am on the morning of 12/8, I was awakened to what sounded like a doozy of a storm brewing outside my house. The news confirms a tornado watch, and the sky and wind confirm it is a nasty little booger of a storm. We have this lovely canopy that covers our deck, and when the wind is really blowing, the roof of that thing looks like a balloon trying to blow up. So I am standing at the window watching the storm and the canopy. One second it is there, the next it is crushed by a falling tree limb. I immediately begin screaming at Donny to get the kids, we are heading to the basement. The rain is moving in circles, and by this time, I am completely losing it. Donny, of course, is moving in slow motion. He thinks I am a general over-reacter. Needless to say, we made it to the basement with our lives still in tact, and weathered out the storm. We survived, but the canopy did not.

R.I.P. Beautiful Canpoy. R.I.P.

Philip had his tonsils out on 12/10. He did amazingly well. The nurses said he was the best behaved kid they had ever seen. They said most kids will scream and cry and fight them, but Philip just took it all in stride. His biggest complaint was having to wear that lovely hospital gown. Who knew my kid was so shy and modest? He didn't want anyone to see his underwear, and was so silly about that whole thing. He made sure he was completely covered at all times. We haven't seen much a decrease in his asthma symptoms like we had hoped, but he is still doing great, and we are glad to get those nasty giant tonsils out of there.

Madilyn graduated from S.A.F.E. and has made a committment to live her life drug-free and avoid violence.

Philip recovered fast enough from his surgery to get back to school and enjoy celebrating Christmas time with his class.

And now school is out, and we are getting ready for Santa to come. Philip's excitement is at an all-time high.

After a long day going to three doctors' visits yesterday, I promised the kids if they were good, they could open one present under the tree. They decided to open to gifts from each other, and they were all super excited.

And, thus begins my favorite part of Christmas - trying to get those blasted toys out of their packaging. Nothing says "merry and bright" like that kind of joy!

So, from us to yours, Merry Christmas!!!

Happy Holidays

2009-12-02T13:35:00.008-05:00

If you are like me, you are still in shock knowing that it is already December and Christmas is rapidly approaching and this year is coming to an end.

We all do things to bring on the holiday spirit. We decorate our homes, we make our favorite traditional treats, we go overboard shopping on Black Friday.

This year, we started a new tradition to welcome the holidays, one that hopefully we will be able to enjoy year after year.

Ever been to Stone Mountain Christmas? It is quite the festive treat. I have been wanting to go year after year since we have lived here, and we finally made the time to go, and we are so glad we did. It was so delightful and the kids actually enjoyed themselves and we spent the whole day together being happy. It was an early Christmas miracle!

The whole park was covered in Christmas lights,

Madilyn and Colin helped Santa's elves sing and dance as they tracked his progress around the world on Christmas Eve

And Philip's favorite part was when the flying angel came and made it snow.

The weather was perfect. Cold enough that it felt like Christmas-time, but not so cold that we couldn't stand to be out there.

And just to prove that I was there . . .

Thanks Stone Mountain, for a great holiday treat!

The New Ole Blue

2009-12-02T13:00:00.002-05:00

Remember how Ole Blue was giving us some trouble recently? Well, after we welcomed Suzie into the family, Donny decided it was time to bid farewell to his somewhat reliable old friend. A quick listing on Craigslist yielded dozens and dozens of emails and phonecalls. Who knew Ole Blue was so popular. In the end, a lucky 16-year old boy was gifted Ole Blue by his father, and in exchange, we got quite a nice stack of Franklin's.

So, the big question was raised. What do we do with this money?

Oh, believe me, I had many an idea floating around in my head. But we finally made a decision to purchase something the whole family could enjoy for years and years to come, something to would create lasting memories of good times and family fun for us all.

What could bring about such memories and delightfullness?

Well, nothing else but new hardwood floors for my living room. No more nasty carpet. Just beautiful clean floors that will last us forever and ever.

Oh, wait. Sorry. That's not quite right. That's what I would have selfishly spent the money on if it were just me I was thinking about. Nasty carpet, still in my living room.

But something better now sits in my garage along with my new friend, Suzie. The two of the them fit together quite comfortably, and our choice so far has yielded good times and actual fun together.

So, without further adieu, allow me to share with you our newest purchase

Yes, folks, we bought a pop-up camper. We have already taken her out twice, and I have to say, it has been really nice.

We camped last weekend at Stone Mountain park. They have a nice campground, and for us beginner campers, things couldn't have gone better. The weather this time of year is perfect for camping. It's not hot, you don't have to deal with bugs, the campfire is so warm and cozy, and did I mention that it's not hot? And since you have a camper with a heater to sleep in, what's to stop you?

Enjoy some pics of our trip

And apparently everywhere we go, someone has to be fighting. Luckily, this time, it was only the geese

Good times for all!

I have a thing for Doctors

2009-12-01T08:06:00.003-05:00

It's only the first day of the month, and already we are booked full of doctor appointments.

Today - Colin - doctor
12/8 - Philip - ENT
12/10 - Philip - Tonsilectomy surgery
12/15 - Colin - doctor
12/22 - Madilyn - Dr. Shore
12/22 - Madilyn - Dr. Fabregas

And somewhere in there I will have to squeeze in Philip's post-op ENT appointment and I need to go to the eye doctor. Let's just hope noone gets sick this month, because then I might as well pack up and move into the doctor's office.

I have a stack of EOB's the size of Mt. Everest at this point. My insurance company must really love me.

And, remember, Donny and I are open to taking a second wife if she is a doctor. So, if you know anyone . . .

Change of Scenery

2009-11-29T18:44:00.003-05:00

When I woke up this morning and looked out my window, this was my view.

I burst into song from my high school play Oklahoma -

Oh, what a beautiful morming.
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I've gota beautiful feeling,
Everything's going my way.

What a perfect view.

Can anybody guess where I was or what I might have been doing there?

Vacating

2009-11-16T16:16:00.009-05:00

Hard to believe that after 7 long months, the end is finally here.

It feels like just yesterday that we found out, but yet I can't remember what it felt like to not know the end was near.

Hard to believe a few short weeks ago this place was a thriving warehouse, filled with long-time employees doing the job they had been doing for year after year after year. Now they are all gone. Some have been lucky, and already found new jobs. Some are still searching. Some are taking some time for themselves.

The building has been quiet for the past month. I have only been working a few hours each week. After next week, it will all be over. The Atlanta Rite-Aid Distribution Center will officially be closed, forever.

The halls are empty.

The warehouse is empty

Everything is gone.

Many economists say that our economy will go through an economic crisis every seven-eight years, and that at times it is even necessary, essential, and a positive thing. Let me tell you, there is nothing positive about watching your friends and coworkers walk away from the jobs they have had their entire adult life. There is nothing positive about seeing them hug, cry and say goodbye to the people they have worked along side by side for 20-30+ years. It is heart-wrenching. I don't care if I live long enough to see this "cycle of economic downturn" transpire a dozen more times in my life, I will never forget this recession and this time in our country's history, because I witnessed first hand the devastating effect it has had on so many people's lives.

As for me personally, I have mixed emotions about the whole thing. I will miss working. I enjoyed my job. I was good at it. But right now I need to be at home. I need to enjoy that part of my life more. Working full-time is so hard when you are also a full-time mother. The two clash in so many ways. And we have been blessed beyond measure that we are finally at a place financially where I don't HAVE to work anymore. Next fall, after the kids start back to school, I will most likely try to find something part-time, just to keep me busy so I don't go crazy.

But for now, after next week, I will no longer be employed. That feels weird to say. But the time is here. My hope and prayers are with all those that have lost their jobs, that they find the perfect new job for them, that they will be able to get through this difficult time, that they will not suffer financially. May God bless them and give them peace, for they were good people, and deserve his blessings and the peace that only He can give them.

Good-Bye Rite-Aid.

I Shouldn't Brag, BUT

2009-11-12T09:26:00.004-05:00

When you are this good at something, it is hard to keep it to yourself.

For once in my life, my tendency to be slightly (okay, maybe not slightly, more like extremely) obsessive compulsive is finally paying off - literally.

My mind has a weird way of focusing in on something that sparks my interest, and once I have gotten it in my head, I have a hard time shifting focus to anything else. There have been many times when this "habit" if you will, has just about driven me crazy. But not now, not with my new OCD obsession of couponing.

Yeah, I know. You know I am into it. I have been couponing hard for about six months now, and I could not be happier with my success.

And just to show off how good I am getting at this, check out my latest conquest

So, all said and done, this pile before sales and coupons would have cost me about $250. But I only paid, (drumroll please) . . .

$21.17! That is a savings of about 92%.

That's right folks. Told you I was good.

And just for effect, here is everything I got -

12 Duncan Hines Cake Mixes
3 Pillsbury Brownie Mixes
4 Pillsbury Frostings
14 Domino Brown Sugar boxes
2 Domino Confectioner's sugar boxes
8 bottles McCormick Ground Cinnamon
16 packs McCormick brown gravy mixes
4 cans Eagle Sweetened Condensed Milk
1 Karo Syrup
2 bottles Crisco Butter Spray
1 Bottle Crisco Baking Spray
6 Martha White Muffin Mixes
1 Fleischmann Yeast strip
8 cans Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup
8 cans Swanson chicken broth
6 cans Hunt's Tomatoes
4 jars Ragu Pasta Sauce
4 jars Ragu Pizza Sauce
4 boxes Uncle Ben's Wild Rice
4 jars Mt. Olive Relish
8 bottles French's Worchesteshire sauce
2 jars Dole Pineapple slices
4 Tony's Frozen Pizza
1 Mrs. Smith Apple Pie
1 box Eggo Waffles
2 bottles Welch's Grape Juice
4 packs Mentos Gum
3 boxes Little Debbie Cupcakes

Now, of course, you know my family isn't surviving off of frozen pizza and chocolate cake, even though they would if I would let them. Everything I buy now gets added to my stockpile that continues to grow and grow. And we chose our weekly menu around what we already have, so then I can use my weekly grocery budget to buy things at the lowest price when they are available.

For example, the Duncan Hines cake mixes. I don't need 12 cake mixes right now. But I got those completely free, so of course I am going to get as many as I have coupons for and keep them in my stockpile for when I do need them. Get the point?

So, if you need a cake mix, some brown sugar, or just about anything else, give me a call. I'm sure I have some on hand!

Sick of Fall

2009-11-10T15:14:00.003-05:00

Been keeping up with me on Facebook lately? Then you probably already know.

We are sick

AGAIN.

This fall - I am sick of it.

I hope it feels as bad as we have been feeling.

Shame on you fall. Shame on you.

And even though I am sick of this fall, there is no antibiotic to cure that.

So, instead we are all on antibiotics to treat our strep that has struck our house again.

First, Colin, then me, then Donny, now Philip.

Madilyn is the only one who is safe. Who knew that having a bone mass and being treated long term with antibiotics would actually keep her healthy through all this other mess.

Take a gander at my kitchen counter

Thank you, Rite-Aid for your wonderful $3 generic drugs. Who knew there was a perk for working for a drug company?

Now if we only had a doctor in the family.

And Philip has been officially diagnosed with asthma as well. He now has a preventative inhaler that he has to use twice a day, which hopefully over time will reduce his need to use the albuterol inhaler to treat his actual "attacks", which for Philip involves uncontrollable coughing which leads to him not being able to breath, which eventually leads to him throwing up. It is not a pleasant cycle people.

And, as if that is not enough, he has an appointment with an ENT on Thursday to see about getting his tonsils taken out. His left tonsil is so big it literally bulges out of the back of his throat. It looks like you could just reach back there and pluck it out. I wish it was that easy. Poor little guy has really been having a rough go of it lately. This is his fourth round of antibiotics since the end of July, plus he had pneumonia back in April, so the guy has not been healthy. So, hopefully we can get his tonsils out and get this asthma thing under control, and we can stop going to the doctor every other day.

Unless, of course, we can ever get that doctor in the family. If Donny could find a woman that is a pediatrician, I might not be opposed to him taking another wife.

The Big Reveal

2009-10-31T22:00:00.001-04:00

Every year, come October 1st, I find myself asking my children over, and over, and over , and yet over again -

What do you want to be for Halloween?

And over, and over, and over, and yet, over again, I get the same reply -

I don't know.

Me, personally, I am a fan of the homemade costume. Store bought costumes are so generic and cheap-looking. My children, however, don't always share the same sentiments. And as the days turn to weeks, and we find ourselves looking trick-or-treaters in the eye with no prospective costume lined up, store bought will always get us by in a pinch.

For weeks, I have been throwing out costume ideas, and no one wanted to catch any of them. Finally, I threw out a pitch Madilyn was willing to go after, and the costume turned out to be a homerun!

Introducing - Queen Candy Corn

Now as Queen, Madilyn rules over all Candydom, riding the land of sour-pusses and bitter apples, and spreading sweetness and cavities, I mean candy, throughout all the land.

And what Queen could rule without her Brave Knight to protect her from evil

So Brave and Strong! (And thank you, Target, for providing us with this magical sword that convinced one little 4-year old that being a Brave Knight would be awesome! Otherwise, we might still be standing in the costume aisle.)

Now Colin, he's so tricky. He had convinced himself that he was too old to dress up, and thought he should be able to just go trick-or-treating as himself. And as scary as he alone can be at times, no respectable trick-or-treater goes as ones-self. So, forced to make a decision, after my attempt at pitching out strike after strike after strike, he decided to buy his generic Star Wars costume, and is supposed to be Obi-Wan.

Hey, I'm just glad he smiled for the picture. That, in itself, was a Halloween Miracle. And remember, he is supposed to be Obi-Wan, because soon you will asking yourself -

What Changed here?

Spooky Tradition

2009-10-31T21:30:00.000-04:00

Halloween would not be complete at our house without our annual Halloween Feast.

We dine on delicious meaty Bat Wings, crunchy Monster Buggers dipped in day-old Witch Vomit, and fleshy Mummy Toes.

Yummy!

You Better Not Pull Down Their Underwear!

2009-10-31T21:00:00.000-04:00

Trick - Or - Treat

Smell My Feet

Give me Something Good to Eat

If you don't, I don't Care

I'll Pull Down Your Under. . .No, you won't, and don't you dare say that when you go trick-or-treating.

The kids had a great time trick-or-treating, even though it was drizzling rain all night and much colder than we had anticipated.

Now, I'm sure you are wondering what happened to Obi-Wan? Well, apparently, the force was not with him, and he decided to go as a Cub Scout instead. My guess is that being a Cub Scout is as close to NOT being in costume as Colin could get away with, hence, he wanted to go as a Cub Scout.

Here is the Cub Scout before trick-or-treating

And here is the Cub Scout after trick-or-treating

I have nothing more to say on that.

And the Brave Knight, after a long night of protecting the Queen,

He says Good Night, Halloween.

Boo-rrific Party!

2009-10-30T22:00:00.001-04:00

Costumes, Candy, cooler weather, and celebrations could only mean one thing -

It's HALLOWEEN!

We kicked off our spooky weekend with a party at Philip's school on Friday afternoon. Thanks to one little child in the class who, for some reason unbeknownst to me, is part of a religion that does not believe in celebrating anything, even birthdays, and much less the day of the DEAD, we had our party after school, which meant, YIPEE, we ALL got to go! So much fun!!

The party was a huge success. There was a costume fashion show, games, and cupcake decorating. All the kids had a great time, and the 4-year olds were all so cute.

Madilyn's sweet BFF Melissa tagged along as well, because, really, how can you expect a 10-year old to go to a Pre-K party without a friend.

They would never admit it, but the big kids had a great time, too!

Philip's teacher, Ms. Nicole, with her Knight, in shining armor.

Spooktacular!

Keeping you "In the Know"

2009-10-29T17:39:00.005-04:00

It has been brought to my attention that I have neglected to keep you updated on how Madilyn is doing. My neglect obviously is because she is doing great.

She had a post-op follow-up visit with both her doctors a month ago, and they both agree that she is doing great. Dr. Fabregas took X-rays, and it looks like the healing inside the bone has already begun. He said we should be able to see what will look like a spider-web inside the bone, which over time will become more and more dense. They will do additional X-rays in a couple of months to see how the inside of the bone is looking.

Dr. Shore, a great doctor in my opinion, wants her to continue on her antibiotics for at least six months. He did more bloodwork, which all came back great. Her SED rate was at a nine, which means there is no inflammation in her system.

A funny thing, well, kind of depending on how you look at it - on the way to see Dr. Shore, Madilyn asked if he would want to do blood work again. I told her I was sure he would. Her response - "I don't know why Dr. Shore likes my blood so much. Everytime I see him, he is obsessed with getting my blood." So I tried to explain to her why it was important for him to take her blood, and she just really didn't care. Her response - "Whatever. I just don't even care anymore. I'm not even going to cry this time, because I am just over it. If he wants my blood, let him have it."

What I can say, she is a trooper!

And for your viewing pleasure, here are some pictures of the residual damage

Quite a lovely little scar, isn't it? She doesn't seem to mind it, though. The clavicle bone is twice the size as the left side, and you can see how it protrudes. But Madilyn feels fine now, doesn't have any pain at all, and is doing great.

And, your welcome for the update!

Freaky Fright-Day

2009-10-23T11:30:00.001-04:00

Thought I would take you back in time a few years to Halloween 2006. This was our first year living in Newnan. Madilyn was 7, Colin was five, and Philip was 1, and boy, were they cute!!

Sheriff Colin had come to town to arrest Frankenstein's monster, who had been set free by the hyper-active Alabama Cheerleader.

I love looking at these pictures. Some things I noticed - Madilyn still had bangs, Philip really was still a baby, and so cute!, and Colin was camera-friendly. I was cracking up at all his faces. The kid really got into character.

So much fun!

The Favorite Aunt

2009-10-22T09:07:00.001-04:00

I know I have talked about my favorite uncle before, good Ole Uncle Bill, and then their is my kids' favorite uncle, my BIL Ross. But now the kids are all about their favorite aunt. And I have to admit, she might be my new favorite as well.

And seeing as how me and Donny both come from small families, my kids don't have a lot of options and the competition for favorite aunt is pretty slim.

They have their choice - My sister Miriam or Donny's sister Jacquelyn.

And while both of these gals are just super, we decided to broaden our horizons a little, and welcome a new aunt into our family. Kind of like an adopt-an-aunt program.

And since I was able to get her on sale for only 49cents a box at Kroger, we stocked up so we could enjoy her pleasant company for many many mornings.

So Miriam and Jacquelyn, until you are ready to come over and make some delicious pancakes for my hungry kids to eat before school every morning, I would say the competition for favorite aunt is pretty much wrapped up!

4I'S

2009-10-11T17:36:00.004-04:00

Well, after a week of suspense, waiting on pins and needles, anxiously awaiting the announcement, I am here to tell you who is Cursed.

And the winner is . . .

Yep, folks, that is right, Colin is officially now a full-fledged member of the 4I'S Club.

Congratulations, my boy.

Here's to years of blurry vision, scratched-up glasses, running into the wall as you search for the bathroom light switch in the middle of the night while trying not to pee all over yourself in the process, dried-out contacts, Glaucoma tests, and that oh so difficult question asked over and over again each year at your yearly Optometrist appointment - "Which one looks clearer - A or B".

And quite frankly, they always look the same to me.

Three's a Crowd

2009-10-10T15:33:00.000-04:00

If you are lucky enough to live in the Atlanta Metropolitan area, your vehicle of choice must pass this little test we endearingly call Emissions before you can renew your car tag.

No pass, no tag.

What a great way to cut down on the air pollution in Atlanta

(insert a picture of all Atlantains laughing their faces off)

September was our month for renewal. For some reason, Georgia thinks people want to have to worry about renewing their tags the same month as their birthday. Not exactly a very nice way to say Happy Birthday.

Now, Martha, well, she passed her test with flying colors. As if there was ever a doubt about that. She is so studious. Naturally, she takes after me.

But Ole Blue, he chooses to take after his driver, Donny, and failed the test.

Once.

Twice.

Three times, not so much a charm.

At this point Donny is wishing he had chosen to do better in school.

He tried everything he knew to do to get the old guy up to snuff. But it just wasn't working.

So, break out the wallet. Time to pay someone to fix him up.

Funny thing, $400 in repairs later, still no pass.

And remember, No pass, no tag.

Anyone ever heard the stories of Donny's luck?

Not exactly the kind of guy who should be driving around with an expired tag, polluted the air and destroying the ozone layer directly above all of Coweta County.

Mechanic says Ole Blue needs his engine rebuilt.

Umm, yes, sir, but seeing as how that would cost more than he is worth, what other options do we have?

You see, Ole Blue is a 1992 Toyota 4x4 Pickup Truck. We scored this lucky guy seven years ago from our neighbor back in Memphis for a whopping $2850. At the time, we had no idea just how good of a deal we were getting. It was good.

GOOD.

Now over the years, Ole Blue has given Donny a few fits. He has a tendency to get a little hot under the collar. He won't let you open the driver's door from the outside, he has left Donny stranded on more than one occasion, and if you like to vibrate, then take a ride in this old boy. Your booty will thank you later!

But all in all, he has served his purpose, and it is safe to say we got our money's worth out of him.

We came real close, real close indeed, to trading him back over the summer as a "Cash for Clunker". But the thought of them destroying Ole Blue, a perfectly fine truck, just about broke my heart, and we just couldn't bring ourselves to do it.

But now, things are little different.

Remember, No pass, no tag.

So, a choice had to made. A new car must be purchased. Which began the great debate of 2009. I'll spare you details, but let's just say that my husband should know better by now than to ever try to have his own opinion, because mine is really the only one that matters, and what I say goes, pretty much. Especially because I am always right, and like we have already established, the much smarter one of the two of us.

So, without further adew, I introduce you to Suzie, short for Suzanne, the new lady in our family.

Suzanne is a 2008 Suzuki XL7. Fully loaded, family friendly, and ready to go! That little girl, that is Madilyn. We had to pay extra to keep her.

Now Martha is having a hard time accepting this young lady into the family. No doubt it hurt her feelings when all three kids wanted to ride home in Suzie instead of her. Some thanks she gets for providing years and years of safe, comfortable, reliable and entertaining transportation for them. But the real slap in the face came when she got home, and found Suzie parked in her place in the garage, while she was left out to fend for herself against the elements of Mother Nature in the driveway.

Poor old gal. My heart goes out to her. And she didn't even do anything wrong. If she could have, I'm sure she would have liked to kick Ole Blue right in the face and say, "This is all your fault, you old piece of junk. Way to be a failure!"

So, there they sit, together in the driveway, both of them, while Suzie lives it up the garage.

And, as is typical of the irony that fills our life, Ole Blue got tested one more time, and he passed. So, the old boy gets another shot at life. Hopefully, he will make the most of it, because I have a feeling it will be short-lived.

Fall is for Festivals

2009-10-09T23:00:00.001-04:00

AAhh, yes, you know fall is here when it is time for the classic elementary school Fall Festival. Games, prizes, cotton candy, and if you are lucky, nice cool weather.

Apparently, Poplar Road's Fall Festival is so popular, that Mother Nature cannot resist the urge to make an apperance. Nothing beats a little rain to up the humidity and make every woman there wish for baldness. But, at least this year, the rain was quick, and more or less painless, and the festivities continued despite the attempt of Mother Nature to crash the party.

Good Times

Good Food

And a foreshadowing of the future

So festive

Cursed

2009-10-04T17:35:00.006-04:00

Ever felt like you have a wicked witch mad at you?

Like some green-faced monster is lurking in the dark, , watching as you leap and hurdle the obstacles she throws at you, laughing all the while.

Do I really believe in evil?

You bet.

Witches? Maybe not so much, except this time of year, they do seem more real than they should.

At times, I definitely feel cursed. I find myself checking to make sure I'm not wearing some dead woman's red glittery shoes.

I prefer my own shoes, as uncomfortable as they may be at times.

Except for my crocs. Now the makers of those things were definitely inspired by a wonderful God who knew it would be easier for me to walk the straight and narrow with those comfies on!

But since I was eight years old, my existence has been plagued by a curse.

A curse that prevents me from seeing the world clearly.

A curse that prevents me from ever waking up in the morning with a clear picture of the day ahead.

My world is cloudy.

Foggy.

Blurry.

Fuzzy.

I'm used to it now.

25 years living with it will cause that to happen.

But my eyes are not my own.

My vision belongs to the artificial.

And thank goodness for the artificial.

Otherwise, my road would be very very bumpy.

I wouldn't wish my curse upon anyone.

Well, maybe my worse enemy.

Except, I am not sure I have one of those.

As a mother, I certainly wouldn't want my children to be plagued by the curse.

But that dang witch.

She figures she has done enough to me.

Now it is time to work on my offspring.

I received a phone call from the child's teacher at school, saying the child had failed two vision screenings.

Great, I thought. At least I added the kids to my vision insurance back in July.

I am always on top of things like that.

So, off to Dr. Shockley's we went.

And yes, glasses were indeed needed. The news was not received well by the kid.

Can you guess which kid has inherited my curse?

Make sure to vote on the poll on the top right of the blog.

Here's to a blurry future, my child.

So Sick and Tired

2009-10-03T12:52:00.003-04:00

Have you missed me?

Two weeks without me is quite a while.

But, to say the least, my house has not been healthy.

We have been sick, sick, sicky!

Yuck, Yuck, Yucky!

Puck, Puck, Pucky!

Flu, Flu, Fluy!

In the past three weeks, we have been to the doctor 8 times, had four doses of antibiotics, missed a combined 22 days of school and work, and had three different sicknesses.

First, came the Strep. Bacteria is great! But at least there is an antidote to this Bad Boy.

Then, the oh so lovely and talented Stomach Virus. Everyone loves a sickness that makes your body do the unthinkable, even if it does only last 24 hours.

And, finally the good old fashioned Flu. Ahh, yes, the best virus of them all. Fever, coughing, runny nose, body aches, and all around feeling like death would be better. Bring on the OTC drugs! And lots and lots of gatorade. Did you know that stuff is expensive?

Now can you understand why I have been absent from the blogosphere?

But we are hopefully on the mend.

Hopefully.

Fairy Tales

2009-09-20T16:18:00.002-04:00

A young girl's life is full of romantic mythical fairy tales where fair maidens search for their Prince Charming, but are wrought with devilish creatures, wicked witches, and evil siblings that plot to tempt and destroy their search for happiness.

And while, at times, Prince Charming may not appear to be what she was expecting, she must learn to follow her heart, and see beyond the exterior to find the beauty waiting on the inside.

And when in doubt, there is a tried and try way to know if He is Her Prince Charming.

Pucker Up

But sometimes, Prince Charming is just a frog.

Ribbit, ribbit.

3 6

2009-09-19T15:05:00.000-04:00

So, with everything else going on this week, what, Madilyn's surgery, me, Donny and Philip with strep throat, missing a whole week of work, Colin getting a new addition to his facial features (more on that later), Ole Blue failing emissions three times!, and the wonderful dreary weather, the celebration of Donny's 36th birthday did not get recorded.

I "surprised" Donny with his cake - and it wasn't much of a surprise since Philip apparantly has a hard time keeping a secret. But none the less, we did have cake, at least we got one piece before the strep took over our throats, taste buds, and all around desire to live. So the kids got to enjoy the rest of the cake.

We aren't big gift givers in our house. We are more of the instant gratification type, no waiting around for special occasions for something we want, let's go get it now, like my beauty of a badly needed new computer I just got that should have been both of our birthday presents.

But Donny has been wanting this little beauty, and since I had some great coupons for it to get a really good deal, I couldn't resist.

Happy birthday Dog!

Now get busy cleaning those floors!

Home Again, Home Again

2009-09-15T18:26:00.002-04:00

If I could, I would do the jig.

Madilyn had another surgery today and all went well. She is doing great, and feeling okay. She does not respond well to anesthesia, but other than some bad nauseou, she is really doing good. Dr. Fabregas said the inside of her bone looked good and clean, so now we will just wait and see if it heals itself.

They checked her SED rate and it was down to 31, which is much better than two weeks ago when it was 79.

She has follow-up visits with both doctors in two weeks, and so until then, she will just continue on and hopefully start some healing.

But, as is always the way of my life, Donny and I both have strep throat right now. Imagine that. Life is grand!

I woke up yesterday feeling bad, and only went to work for a few hours, and by about 6:00 last night I knew it was strep. If you have ever had strep, you know how you feel when you have it, and nothing else feels like that. So, this morning, Donny woke up and he had fever, so I told him he needed to skip the hospital and go to the doctor. My mom is here, so she went with me and Madilyn to the hospital. It was a long day, and I feel like absolute crap. And it really stinks when you are in a hospital full of doctors, and none of them can write you a prescription. Hopefully, I will make it to the doctor tomorrow. Good thing Mom is here. She is my lifesaver today!

And, to top it all off, today is Donny's birthday.

I told you life is grand!

Productive Punishment

2009-09-13T17:45:00.006-04:00

Have you ever read my blog before?

Well, if you have, then you know that I have a son.

Colin is his name.

And believe me when I say that He is the ONE

Which one?

THE ONE

The one that challenges me down to the fiber of my very being.

The one that literally makes me question every decision I have ever made leading up to this point.

The one that can bring me to my breaking point with just one look of his face.

Ever been around Colin?

Then you know the face.

If you haven't been the lucky recipient of the face, count your blessings!

It ain't pretty people, this I tell you!

Over the years I have tried just about every form of discipline imaginable to mankind to help deal with this kid. Some work, some don't.

So after a long week of dealing with Colin and his "problem", I channeled my inner Super Nanny in search of something that could help me punish this kid without sending me to prison. It wasn't easy, mark my words, But Colin spent his whole day yesterday meeting up with that thing we have been warning him about - "One day, this is all going catch up to you" -

I now have very clean cabinets, doors, baseboards, appliances, stairwells, bathrooms, and floors, all compliments of Colin.

And let me tell you, Colin has been the best behaved child in the house today.

Good thing my house gets dirty alot.

Pray with me Forrest

2009-09-11T14:09:00.000-04:00

Dear God,

Make me bird, so I can fly far,

far far away.

Stone Mountain Torture

2009-09-08T01:00:00.002-04:00

At what point as a parent do you stop trying to make your children happy, because for some unknown reason, nothing you do ever seems to make them happy. I just don't understand where my children come from and why they act the way they do sometimes.

In an effort to have a fun and memorable Labor Day, we decided to go to Stone Mountain. Now, most normal children would be thrilled with such a decision being made on their behalf. But my children must not be normal. My children associate family fun with some type of ancient torture ritual where they are forced to try and have fun and be happy.

And believe me, we don't often venture out in an attempt at fun activities, and after yesterday, I remember why. So it's not like this is an every weekend kind of thing where we are dragging them around the country forcing fun family time on them.

I guess I am a bad parent because I refuse to buy them 25 drinks a piece, 10 bags of cotton candy, 5 boxes of popcorn, 100 pieces of candy, 2,000,000 different kinds of toys or sourvenirs, make them wait in line for their turn, walk from one place to the next, make them carry their own drinks (yes, believe it or not, I didn't make them go without SOMETHING to drink), made them stay together with us and not run off wherever they wanted to go, made them take turns going and doing what each one of them wanted to do, didn't constantly have food for them to shove in their mouths every five seconds, didn't make them shoot off silent fireworks at the Laser Show, and couldn't do anything about how hot of a day it was or how crowded the park was.

I am so ashamed of myself.

But despite quite a bit of time looking like this . .

and even more time acting like this . . .

I somehow managed to capture the rare moments when they forgot their sole purpose on earth is to make Donny and I question everything we are as people and parents, got sidetracked, and actually had a small amount of fun.

Here is Donny wondering how we ended up living on a different planet with these alien children of ours

And to say the park was crowded is an understatement.

Somehow we all survived the torteous day and lived to tell about it.

But for the record, let me clarify for her that Madilyn did have fun and did not complain and was being good. Maybe 1 out of 3 ain't so bad.

And can you believe they had the nerve to ask me later if we are still going to Six Flags next month?

Little Masochists

Sweetest

2009-09-07T16:30:00.004-04:00

Moments in time that must be documented

This was actually on my birthday, but we won't talk about the fact that I am, once again, another year older.

Sobbing, sobbing.

One Month, Already?

2009-09-07T16:09:00.008-04:00

In honor of school being back in session for exactly one month, I will now share with you the classic first day back to school pictures.

Now, clearly, I was continually interrupting Colin during his morning prayers in order to snap these lovely shots. Wonder what he was so intent on praying about this year?

Madilyn is in 5th grade this year, her last year in elementary school. Don't even get me started on how I feel about that.

Colin is in 3rd grade.

And Philip started Pre-K. He didn't get in the Pre-K program at the school (stupid bad luck I have!) so instead he is going to the program at his daycare, which is the same program, just at a daycare, instead of the school.

Now we thought Philip was so excited to start school. He asked us all summer long how much longer till school started. And he was so happy that morning before we left, but this is how I left Philip at school on Day 1

No tears (thank goodness), but I ask you, does this look like the face of a happy boy? Aahhh, motherhood, isn't it really just the best! Of course, it could have been worse, like the two little twin girls, clinging to their mother's leg, screaming and begging her not to leave them! Been there, done that, never want to do that again!

But school is off to a good start, fall is just around the corner, and we are all looking forward to Thanksgiving break, because as of 11/27, I will be officially retired from my job, and can go back to being a full-time Mom! Even Tux, the giant dog, is looking forward to that!

Hot Diggity Dog

2009-09-07T15:41:00.013-04:00

Donny took the boys on a Father-Son campout. The boys were very happy about that. No Mom around to tell them to get out of the dirt, or go wash their hands, or stop peeing in the bushes, or use some manners, please. Glad I didn't have to be around to witness any of it.

Now, my boys are no strangers to the fire-side cook-out. They got that down.

But fishing, well, good thing this campout provided them with a chance to learn a little there.

Yes, folks, your eyes are not deceiving you. Colin caught a turtle, within seconds of casting his line for the first time. That's my boy! I think. . .

Philip had no problem getting the hang of the whole fishing thing. He is such a cute little fisherman!

And Colin eventually started catching fish, too

And for some reason, they were shocked that I wanted them in the shower as soon as they got home. Imagine that. And that was even before I learned Colin had fallen in the lovely sanitary river. I think I am going to make him go take another shower, just for good effect!

Making up for my Neglect

2009-09-07T15:24:00.006-04:00

Yeah, this blog has been a little Madilyn heavy lately, so I figured I should update you on what has been going on with other people in this family.

Colin is a Cub Scout now. He is very excited about that. He has been looking forward to joining Cub Scouts for so long, and has been having fun and working hard already to get started.

Donny and I are the Den leaders, so that makes this whole Cub Scout thing a little tricky, since Colin seems to have issues with understanding that he has to behave for us, too. Other adults think Colin is a very well behaved child. Come spend some time at my house, behind the scenes, and see what you think then! But it should fun, and seeing as how I am a control freak, at least I know things are being done right this way. Colin earned his Bobcat really quick, and went topsy turvey over his new rank!

Now if I can just get all those dang patches sewn on, he'll be ready to go. Anyone out there willing to do that for me?

Yeah, didn't think so. Guess that is part of having a Scout in the house. Now where is that sewing machine?

Preparing for the Swine Flu

2009-09-02T20:59:00.003-04:00

Are you as concerned about the swine flu as I am? With all the news coverage, and nonstop talk about it, I am pretty freaked out. But my biggest concern is just about how to know if we have it. Is it the swine flu, seasonal flu, a cold, or something else all together? There must be a way to know for sure if I have it, right?

I mean, really, with three kids, I can't be too careful. And you know, if one comes down with it, chances are, we will all come down with it.

And do I jinx myself everytime I use the phrase "This house is a pig-sty".

What even is a pig-sty?

I am plagued with anxiety over this stuff.

So, I have to find some answers to protect me and my family.

Well, after doing some research online, I have discovered a sure-fire way of knowing if someone does, indeed, have swine flu.

If you wake up in the morning, and you look like this -

I would say you most definitely have the swine flu.

If this does not encourage you to go wash your hands and stock up on Kleenex, then I don't know what will!

More on Madilyn . . .

2009-09-01T20:11:00.000-04:00

Madilyn is scheduled for her next surgery on Tuesday, 9/15 (Donny's birthday). Her surgery time is 9:15, so we will have a nice early morning that day. This surgery will be outpatient and they will be removing the spacer from inside her bone, and cleaning the inside of the bone of any remaining destroyed tissue and/or mass tissue. Hopefully this will be it for surgeries!

We had an appointment with Dr. Shore, the infectious disease specialist on Monday. He checked her over good, and ordered some more blood work. Madilyn has really come a long way since all this began. She had her blood drawn with no numbing cream or numbing spray, and didn't even cry. They even had to stick her twice because the first time, absolutely no blood would come out. The tech said she was probably dehydrated, so we had her drink a big glass of water, and they put a heating pad on her arm, and then the second time everything was fine. I was beginning to wonder if she had snuck out and became a vampire without me. But she did great, no tears, no drama. It's actually kind of sad, but good too. A 10-year-old child should not have to go through all of this, but at least she is learning that she can trust us when we say that she will be okay and not to worry.

He said that none of the cultures they took from the mass are doing anything. No bacteria is growing. So, we still have no idea what this mass is or why it happened, and we most likely never will.

He called me today with the results from her blook work, which are a little alarming. The day of her surgery, blood work was done, and her SED rate was 51, which was to be expected, since the SED rate detects inflammation in the system, and we knew the mass was inflamed. A normal SED rate should be anywhere from 0-20. So on Monday, her SED rate was 79! He is definitely concerned about this, but said it could still be a side effect from the surgery. But none the less, he will order another round of labs to be done the day of her next surgery, and see where the SED rate is at then. Hopefully it will have come done. She seems fine and is feeling fine. She looks tired to me, and she still doesn't seem to have much of an appetite. She is continuing to take her antibiotic, and has even learned to swallow that giant capsule, and believe me when I tell you it is a big one! Told you she has come a long way.

She is going to have quite the scar from all this. Her new incision is about 3"long diagonally across her clavicle bone from top to bottom. But she doesn't seem to care. She is still to young to be so vain, thank goodness.

That is about it for now. I will keep you posted on any new updates!

We are HOME!

2009-08-26T20:20:00.003-04:00

They released Madilyn from the hospital this evening around 6:30, so we made a mad dash out of there before they changed their minds and decided they liked us too much to let us go.

Madilyn is thrilled she did not have to leave with a pick-line, so no more IV antibiotics. Just oral for now. Hopefully she will continue to do good on that. She still hasn't experienced any pain from the surgery, and is very glad to be home and get to sleep in her own bed tonight. Me too, for that matter. If anyone comes in my room to wake me up tonight, they might get a pillow upside the head!~

So for now, we have to go see Dr. Shore on 8/31 and then Dr. Fabregas in two weeks. His assistant is supposed to be contacting me about scheduling her next surgery, which should happen in about three weeks. Luckily, it will be an outpatient procedure, so no more overnights, hopefully!

Thanks again for everything. Madilyn is so loved, and I appreciate all the concern and well wishes for her.

I'll keep you posted on any new details and will try to get some pictures on here tomorrow.

Still Hanging in there

2009-08-26T10:02:00.002-04:00

We survived another night here at the hospital. It was definitely better than the first night, but nothing beats the comforts of home.

Madilyn is doing great. She isn't in any pain, other than she hates having the IV stuck in her hand. Dr. Fabregas came by this morning, and said her cultures are still not growing, which is the same from the first time around. He said we may get to go home this afternoon, depending on what Dr. Shore decides. Dr. Shore said last night that he didn't think she was going to need the pick-line, so hopefully we will leave here with just oral antibiotics. So we are just waiting to see when Dr. Shore feels she has had enough of the IV, and we will go from there. I will keep you updated.

Madilyn says Thank You

2009-08-25T15:19:00.003-04:00

Madilyn wanted to say Thank you to her Uncle Bill and Aunt Debbie for the balloons and candy. We love the singing balloon. It gave us a good laugh!

Also, thanks to LaVonne Gaw for the balloons and the gift card. Madilyn was very appreciative!

Thanks for thinking of her during this time. You guys are great!

Update on Madilyn's Surgery

2009-08-24T19:11:00.006-04:00

Real quick I wanted to update everyone on Madilyn. Her surgery went well. The mass is not malignant, just as we thought. So Dr. Fabregas continued with his plan and removed the mass from inside the bone, and placed a concrete spacer inside the bone that will stay in place to seep antibiotics into the bone. She is also on IV antibiotics. Dr. Shore, her infectious disease doctor, has also been by to see her, and will be monitoring her during her stay.

We will be here at the hospital for several days. The number to her room is 404-785-4235 and she is in Room 235. Feel free to call us, we would love to hear from you.

Madilyn was in surgery for two hours, and has been sleeping pretty much since then. She doesn't feel any pain now which is good. Hopefully she will be able to sleep good tonight, and will feel more like herself tomorrow. We will see.

As for now, that is really all I know. The doctors' are waiting on some results from pathology to determine more fully what we are dealing with and what the future holds.

I will keep you updated as often as I can.

Special thanks to the Dentons! Thanks so much for thinking of us and for the gift. Madilyn loves to feel special, and you guys helped! Thanks again!

Details

2009-08-23T08:44:00.002-04:00

Madilyn is scheduled for her surgery tomorrow, Monday 8/24/09. The surgery is scheduled for 1:15 pm, but most likely will be later than that. Dr. Fabregas does all his surgeries on Mondays so she is set to be his last one of the day since he doesn't know how long her's will take, so if he has any previous surgeries that run off schedule, we will be late as well. We still have to be at the hospital by 11:00, so we will have quite a bit waiting to do.

She is still set to be in the hospital for at least three days. I will be staying with her. I told Donny after Monday, he may as well go back to work, since one of us needs to keep our jobs. My job is very understanding and my boss told me to do whatever is best for my family and not to worry about work. Seeing as how I won't even have a job in three more months, work is the last thing on my mind. But of course, if you really know me, you know that is a lie, because you know I am obsessive compulsive and a tad bit controlling, so I hate to miss work. But for this, I can bend a little.

Donny's mom is coming over today from Alabama to help with the boys. One less thing for us to have to worry about.

Anyhoo, in case you need to know, we will be at

Children's Healthcare of Atlanta at Scottish Rite Hospital.
1001 Johnson Ferry Road NE
Atlanta, GA 30342.

The phone number to the hospital is 404-785-5252. Once we are admitted and have our own room number, I will let you know. Madilyn would love to hear from you while at the hospital.

I will try and post an update after surgery tomorrow.

Thanks again for everything.

Wish us well!

Kicking Murphy Out

2009-08-19T10:30:00.003-04:00

Okay, Murphy, get up off my couch, pack your bags, and hit the road!

Yeah, that's right, I know you hear me.

This time I mean it. It is time for you to go.

You have plagued me long enough.

Stupid Murphy.

I'm tired of you coming and going as you please, in and out, in and out. This is not a hotel.

This is me, and this is my life.

And my families' life.

And we all won't you gone.

For good!

We have been working so hard to get rid of you for good.

Give me a little more time, and you will be out on the curb.

Even though you just threw us yet another curveball, I am sticking to my goals, and you will pay the price.

See ya!

Now, to those of you who are reading this - you may not have any idea what I am talking about.

Ever heard of Dave Ramsey?

Yeah, he is pretty much awesome. I read his book "Total Money Makeover" while we were on vacation, and I was healed! Even though I have been on a strong kick for a while working hard to eliminate our debt and save money, and live below our means, this book energized me and recommitted me to changing the way I look at money and spending.

So who is Murphy?

Well, none other than that old pest we all know and deal with constantly in our lives, aka Murphy's Law
. It fits so perfectly into the long line of excuses I have for why life is the way life is.

But no more. I am kicking Murphy out. According to Dave, when you are financially secure, Murphy has no power in your life, because you have the money to deal with life's little crises, and what would have seemed like a major problem to someone who is broke and in debt up to their eyeballs, suddenly only becomes a minor setback, if even that.

It may take me a while to get him out, thanks in large part to what is going on with Madilyn (who knows how much all this is going to cost me), but I am determined to rid my life of him.

Just wait and see.

In time, Murphy will be gone

For good!

MRI Results

2009-08-17T18:32:00.003-04:00

Dr. Fabregas called me this afternoon with the results from Madilyn's MRI she had yesterday.

Not sure where to start with all this. But it looks like the next few weeks will be difficult for Madilyn, to say the least.

The MRI shows that the mass is definitely inflamed and still active. The radiologists that saw it, of course said the same things they said from seeing X-rays and CT scans - it looks just like what they see when they are looking at a malignant tumor.

The next part gets a little tricky to understand. This is when I wish I had a doctor in the family to talk to about all this to help me understand.

First, he will biopsy it again. If the biopsy comes back negative, then he will remove as much of the mass as possible, insert a stint that contains antibiotics that will stay in place for two weeks, allowing the antibiotics to seep into the bone and kill any infection that is left. She will be in the hospital for at least several days so she can be on IV antibiotics and be monitored closely by him and infectious diseases. At the end of the two weeks, she will have another surgery to remove the stint and clean the area out as much as possible to expose as much good bone as they can.

Now, let's back up a little, because believe me, I was confused as well. When you say, "if the biopsy comes back negative," negative for what?

Malignancy.

But haven't we already ruled that out with the first biopsy? Well, yes, at that time.

In his own words: "Anytime I perform surgery on a mass, I will always biopsy it first just to be certain it is okay to proceed with removing it."

Me: "But is there a chance that this is malignant, because I thought we covered this before that what was already there could not turn into a malignancy."

Him: "Well, yes, the cells themselves cannot turn into that. But you have to remember that the cells we initially took in the first biopsy were just a tiny amount of cells from a rather large mass, and I cannot tell you that the mass did not contain cells that were not malignant, just the cells we took did not. So I cannot tell you that the biopsy will not come back positive for a malignancy. I do not feel that it is malignant, but again, I cannot tell you that it isn't, because there is a very small chance that it could be. We will not know until we get in there. My plan is to biopsy it, and if it comes back negative, proceed with as we have discussed."

I feel confident that it is not a malignancy, but rather some type of infection. I feel that removing it is the best course to take. We have known about the mass for twelve weeks now, and haven't seen any improvement or signs that it is going to try and heal itself, so I would rather it just be removed, so her bone can begin to heal. We knew from the beginning that additional surgeries were a strong possibility.

He wants to do the first surgery on Monday, a week from today, and she should expect to be in the hospital until at least Wednesday.

So, for now, that is all I really know. I'm sure I will think of lots more questions to call him and ask him about between now and Monday. But until then, this is what we know.

Please keep Madilyn in your prayers. She is a strong girl and amazes me how she takes all this with stride. She doesn't get nervous or freak out, and is already thinking about what special treats she wants to get while she is in the hospital.

I'll keep you posted if anything changes.

Thanks in advance for everything.

It must have a Hot Temper

2009-08-13T06:52:00.000-04:00

For lack of better terminology, Madilyn’s mass has “flared up” again suddenly. She is scheduled for an MRI on Sunday morning at 9:00 at Children’s Hospital in Atlanta. I know that seems like a weird time, but they said they do MRI’s seven days a week at the hospital, so I guess Sunday is as good a day as any.

About a week ago, she started complaining that her shoulder was hurting a little, and everyday since then the pain has gotten progressively worse and worse. She is now back to the point where it hurts to use her right arm at all, especially if she has to move her shoulder and she is wearing her sling full-time again trying to alleviate some of the pain. I called Dr. Fabregas, her orthopedic surgeon, and he suggested we go ahead with the MRI, and what he is calling “diagnostic testing”.

She has been doing fine up until this point. I have been checking the mass area frequently for any signs of change, hoping it would start to look like it was shrinking. To me, it looks like it has grown. It seems to go up the clavicle bone into her shoulder more than it did before. And now it looks like it is growing out more as well, protruding so much that it looks like it is moving up her neck. It appears as if it is swollen, but it is very sensitive to the touch, and she cries out in pain if I try to feel around on it, so I haven’t been able to see if it feels any different than it has been.

She ran a fever on Tuesday of last week for no apparent reason. I thought her body was just exhausted from a long week in Florida. So you can guarantee I will be asking if the fever could have anything to do with the mass suddenly flaring up again.

So, I guess we are starting the “Let’s wait and see” cycle again. More testing, more waiting, more questions, more unanswered questions, more frustrations, more anxiety.

I’ll update and keep you posted as soon as I know anything.

Prayers, again, are needed, and so appreciated!

Thanks for everything!

Moving Slow

2009-08-08T10:47:00.007-04:00

Sorry for the delay.

What can I say?

This is what I feel like these days.

No matter how hard I push myself, I just can't seem to move fast enough to escape reality.

I feel for you, big guy, really I do.

Maybe I should get a sign to warn people.

But hey, slow and steady wins the race, right?

WARNING: Following posts contain massive overload of Florida Vacay pictures. May be too much for you to handle if you suffer from a jealous heart. Please proceed with caution.

Barefoot Beach

2009-08-08T10:11:00.019-04:00

Day One - Could life be any better than this?

I think not.

Beautiful scenery.

Happy Family.

Friends talking and laughing.

Feeling like we are alone on a deserted island, enjoying our own special place on Earth. This is what vacation is all about.

So wonderful.

Love Connection

2009-08-08T10:10:00.002-04:00

Could it be that there is something between these two?

Okay, so maybe Jen and I just dream that someday there actually will be.

Who says arranged marriages have to be a thing of the past?

The Cutest One of All

2009-08-08T10:09:00.001-04:00

It is no secret, no secret at all I tell you, that Jen and I have the cutest, most adorable, good looking bunch of kids ever (notice I said nothing about the most well-behaved!)

We are truly blessed with this group

But there is now one more super cutie. One of the highlights of the trip was FINALLY getting to meet little miss Kendra for the first time. And let me say, it was well worth the wait, and she did not disappoint.

Now there are those that say that all babies are cute. Well, these people have obviously never met a Brooks or a Langley baby, because, truly, there is no comparison.

Imagine the possibilities of cuteness if any of these kids hook-up some day to make babies of their own!

Siesta Key

2009-08-08T10:09:00.000-04:00

Day Two - we ventured northward a bit to visit the infamous Siesta Key beach in Sarasota.

The beach was beautiful and we had yet another fabulous day.

Life is good.

Fun around Ft. Myers

2009-08-08T10:08:00.000-04:00

Day Three - We decided to take a break from the sand and surf, and see what kind of fun we could have around the hot town of Ft. Myers.

Did you know they grow oranges in Florida? No, I mean, big oranges!

Good thing it rains every afternoon in Florida. Those oranges need plenty of water!

Next, we decided to take a sight-seeing train ride around town.

The town of Ft. Myers - looks like it could use a little facelift

Thank goodness for the Brooks' hospitality, because I'm not real sure I would have wanted to stay at this hotel.

Strange animals roam the area.

If you happen to be attacked by some animal, this is where you will buried

One good thing is Ft. Myers is going green, seeking alternative energy sources

And did you know that it is hot in Florida, too? I mean, really hot! Made me want to shed my clothes, shave my hair, and turn into a fish.

To cool ourselves, we hit up a sprinkler park. The kids had so much fun playing in the water.

Another great day.

Sanibel Island

2009-08-08T10:07:00.000-04:00

Day Four had to be everyone's favorite day. It was a day full of fun, excitement, and celebrations.

That morning, we all went on a dolphin boat ride.

Now, if you have never had the extreme pleasure of experiencing such joy, you simply cannot understand the amazement, beauty, and exileration that comes from watching dolphins. But we were just watching them from afar, they were literally right behind out boat, swimming and jumping and playing in the wake. It was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.

Loading up and ready to go!

Dolphin watching - we know they are out there, but where could they be?

There they are! Let's go!

I have to tell you, as well, that I took these photos without my camera being zoomed in at all, and I have not cropped them either. This is just how close they were to us.

Truly remarkable! They played with us for a while, dropped back, and then, a little while later, we looked back, and there they were again. Guess they thought we were a good crowd! Well worth the 10,000 pennies it cost!

After all that fun and excitement, we made our way over to the beach on Sanibel Island for another afternoon of relaxing and shell collecting. The water was so calm this day, and the kids could actually swim. Another fabulous beach!

Storm clouds started to move in and threaten our fun, so we packed up and headed home.

The Big Celebration

2009-08-08T10:05:00.000-04:00

Little Miss Kendra turned the big 1years old while we were visiting in Florida, so we got to be in on the big celebration.

So Yummy! I could have ate her up!

Daddy's Date Night

2009-08-08T10:02:00.000-04:00

A week visiting my best friend would not be complete without a genuine girls' night out.

So while Jen and I headed out on the town, Donny decided a good old fashioned Daddy Date night with his three kids sounded like a good idea.

The kids were treated to dinner, and miniature golf. Fun for all!

But before the fun could begin, photos had to be taken. Bribery works well, always!

Really Well!

The End

2009-08-08T10:00:00.000-04:00

It's a sad, sad day when you have to say goodbye to some of your most favorite people of the planet.

Sad indeed.

Pouty faces.

Tears streaming.

Sobbing and wailing.

And that was just from the kids!

So a great big thanks to the Brooks family for hosting us for the week. We had an amazing time, and your generosity, as always, was endless.

We love you guys!

Don't you worry, Uncle Sam. We WILL be back.

Most definitely.

A Love Letter

2009-07-26T21:25:00.004-04:00

My dearest Florida,

Hi, it's me, Chrissy.

Remember me?

Yes, I know, it has been two years since I was there last. Too long for us all.

How I have missed your beautiful sandy white beaches, your tall palm trees blowing in the wind, the sound of the waves crashing against your shores, the warmth of your sun on my skin, the smell of your oranges.

Aahh, how I love thee, Florida

But do not despair, my friend.

For I am on my way. This time tomorrow I will be within your boundaries, journeying to your southern point, my favorite place on earth, for within that point resides one of my most favorite people in the world.

How lucky you are to have Jen live there.

Lucky, lucky!

One week of my life to be spent with you, wishing I could spend all my days lying on your beach, relishing two of life's simpliest pleasures - peace and friendship.

Are you as excited as I am for me to get there?

We are going to have so much fun.

All I ask from you is to please keep Mother Nature under control while we are there. We certainly don't want that old lady ruining our good time.

Until I am there, I will be thinking of you nonstop.

Your always,
Chrissy

Our Trip Back to Reality

2009-07-17T09:38:00.003-04:00

Everything in life has its' pros and cons.

If you can see more of the sunny side, you are considered an optimist.

If you see more of the clouds and dreariness, yeah, you are a pessimist.

That word sounds so unflattering.

Pessimist - Blah! Who wants to be known as that?

It sounds like some type of infection a nasty pimple would get after you picked at it too much. You know, all festered up and pussy looking. So Nasty!

So, if you are a pessimist, please get an antibiotic to take care of that.

No one wants to be around a pessimist. They are afraid they might catch it too. And me, personally, I try to avoid having to take antibiotics. I don't like doctors.

Ahh, but the word optimist. Now that is a word everyone wants to be known as.

Opti is rooted to the ability to see clearly. Why do you think your eye doctor is called an optometrist. Now that is actually one kind of doctor I do like. Seeing as how I need that all-so-important prescription to be able to see at all, he is kind of an important guy in my life. Bad vision is the plague of my existence. We all have our crosses to bear.

So I like to think of an optimist as someone who can see clearly through the mist of clouds and dreariness that surrounds us all while we are here living our life. Unlike a pessimist, an optimist appreciates the clouds and dreariness and is thankful for a break from the bright sun that constantly shines on them.

Do you know what I mean?

Has this post turned into another one of those "What the heck is she talking about now?" and "Why does she have to take the long way around just to get to her simple point?".

What can I say? I like to ramble. And rumble, but again, that is another post.

So, with the spirit of optimism, I am hear to report that Donny and I are headed to Memphis this afternoon to pick up our three children.

I certainly miss those little boogers. I think they have been away from us enough this summer to actually miss us too.

Unfortunately, all that missing one another can't guarantee that I won't get a nasty pessimistic pimple on the drive home Sunday.

Better go ahead and make an appointment today with my doctor to get my antibiotic.

Where in the World are my children?

2009-07-10T17:38:00.003-04:00

Working + Motherhood = NO FUN FOR MOM!

While Donny and I stay home and work (yuck!) my family whisked my kids away on a mid-west country tour.

First to ole St. Louis.

Then to Nauvoo.

Then to the Ozarks of Arkansas.

All without me.

Where in the world are they today?

Somewhere, hopefully having fun and good times.

When they get home, I will have to spank them and send them to their rooms just to remind them that life just is not that good!

Let's Play "I Spy"

2009-07-10T16:47:00.012-04:00

Ahh, fun in the pool. A traditional summer time activity. We headed to Memphis for the 4th of July weekend. Everyone spent lots of time keeping cool in the pool over the 4th. And along with that, comes a fun little game we all know as "I Spy."

I am going to give you a list of things I spy, and let's see how many pictures you can match up right.

I spy: A Crybaby in the pool
I spy: Bottoms Up
I spy: Someone copping a squat
I spy: Lloyd from Dumb and Dumber
I spy: A topless Girl
I spy: Crack in the nick of time

Okay, ready, go:

How many were you able to get? Think you are right? Maybe, maybe not!

Give Him a Gold Medal

2009-07-10T16:26:00.008-04:00

I turn my back for one minute on this kid, and he decides that sitting on the sidelines watching everyone else swim and have fun just ain't for him anymore.

So instead of just easing into the pool and floating around, he decides to give this a try:

Yes, Philip literally taught himself to swim in a matter of minutes. Full on face in the water, feet kicking, arms swimming, all the way across the pool.

Could it be that I am finally going to have a child that is an over-achiever?

Either way, this kid learns quick. A week ago, he wouldn't even get in the pool. Now look at him. A little fish.

And not even five minutes after I took these pictures, he wanted the floaties off, and was off again, arms free, boy swimming!

I think that Time and I are going to have to sit down and have a real heart-to-heart. I have asked him over and over to stop moving forward, but he doesn't seem to be listening to me.

Maybe it is time to take some drastic measures.

Lumpy

2009-07-10T16:01:00.003-04:00

Just so you know I am not exaggerated, which I have a tendency to do, here is a picture that really shows how distinct Madilyn's bone is protruding from the mass inside the bone.

Told you. Now do you see why I am most anxious for this to start healing itself?

SueeeWeeee, Pig

2009-07-10T15:45:00.000-04:00

Another special treat we got for the fourth was being blessed with the company of my favorite aunt and uncle, Debbie and Bill, who made the trip over from Springdale, AR (I try not to hold that against them).

All the kids love Debbie and Bill.

After years and years of putting up with this guy, it is almost impossible to take anything he says or does seriously.

And even though Bill deserted Donny in his hour of need, we are still cool. Just remember, Bill, payback is a B*#@!H! So, next time, watch out!

For the first time, I feel WICKED!

2009-07-10T15:23:00.013-04:00

Nothing like Christmas in July.

That's how we celebrated our 4th.

Forget celebrating freedom and all that bullarky.

This 4th was all about the Ho Ho Ho.

And Nana played Santa!

She treated us all to a trip to the Orpheum Theatre in Memphis to see the amazing play WICKED. My boys passed, of course. My husband thinks culture is synonymous with "gay" so he passed. And like I wanted to take my other boys without him. No Thank You! Just me and my girl, Madilyn.

Us with Jolly St Nicki, without the red suit and white beard, of course

My sister and her family came along as well. You will notice that her husband isn't afraid of some culture. Maybe he's gay. Or maybe he's just Ross! But all families have their secrets, right? I trust you to keep mine! Tanner claimed to be miserable. I have my doubts on that, though.

My mom and her beautiful sister, Debbie.

And a few more pictures from the day:

The play was, obviously, amazing. The music was fabulous. And the lessons to be learned - the best!

No one mourns the Wicked.

No good deed goes unpunished.

Kissing boys make you feel Wicked.

And the ever-pressing question:

Are people born wicked or is wickedness thrust upon them?

And please, by all means, don't drink the green elixir!

Cousin Sitter

2009-07-08T18:26:00.000-04:00

How many times have I told you about the wonderful joys of being a full-time working mom?

Too many to count, I am sure.

What can I say, life is repetitious at times.

Every mother feels certain ways about summer break.

Some good:

No lunches to fix every morning.

No homework - my personal favorite.

More free time.

Less extracurricular activites.

More time with your kids.

Some bad:

More time with your kids.

More laundry, or at least dirtier laundry.

Non-stop food fest in the kitchen.

A messier house.

A Noisier house.

More fighting.

Okay, now I have more bad than good.

Does that make me a pessimist?

Sorry. Sometimes it just sneaks it way on here.

For me, as a working mom, summers are the hardest. I hate being at work all day while my kids are at home without me. A good mother should be at home with her kids.

But sacrifices must made.

And children must be sat.

My lovely and talented niece Addison jumped at the chance to come spend two weeks with us to watch her cousins. What 14 year old wouldn't? Well, not many, actually, at least if they really knew what they were getting in to.

But Addison came, she sat, and she went. Will she be back?

I hope not.

Only because I have no intention of ever working another summer again after this one.

I plan on reclaiming my life as my own here soon.

But thanks to Addison for her sacrifice, my children were sat, by the best cousin sitter.

By the way, did you know that you still have to pay the sitter, even if it is your niece? Someone should have told me.

Do you think $10 a week was enough?

Consider it the most expensive Golfball!

2009-07-07T18:14:00.002-04:00

Despite my fear of the upcoming Doom's Day, I need to give you an update on Madilyn:

2 Specialists, 1 surgery and about $25,000 later, we are now in the “watch and see” phase for Madilyn’s mass.

She had an appointment with her surgeon Dr. Fab on July 2nd, and after a little debate, agreed she no longer needed to be on the antibiotics, and for now we are just going to monitor her and see what happens.

He feels that the mass in her femur bone is not related to the one in the clavicle bone. He said the mass in the femur is very small, looks practically healed, and does not have the same characteristics of the large one in the clavicle. I don’t know if I agree with him that they are not related, but he is the specialist, so what do I really know in comparison.

He also feels that she does not have eosinophilic granuloma. And he said that unless another mass appears, he would not diagnosis her with chronic recurrent multifocal osteomylitis.

So to him I ask, well then what is this? To which he replied, a serious well-developed bone cyst.

If you say so, Doc. Let’s hope he’s right.

He did answer some questions about the clavicle bone that I was seeking. He says it could take months, even years for the mass to heal itself and the bone to return to its original shape. There is a possibility that it will never return to its shape, though, because of her age. He said if she was even two to three years older than she is now, he would say the bone would not return to normal, but he is hoping that it still will, and only time will tell. He also said the bone is fragile, and could break very easily (as if I don’t have enough to worry about).

At this time, he did not feel it was necessary to do any additional testing and so we are now just monitoring her. I am to watch for any swelling, soreness, redness, or any sign that could indicate another mass has formed somewhere else. If this happens, I need to see him immediately.

So, unless something new pops up, or her clavicle bone flares up again, we will see him in 2 months to see if the mass is shrinking on its own.

I guess after everything, this is the best outcome. I just hope nothing else appears, and we didn’t miss something.

Thanks again to everyone for everything.

One thing I know for sure because of this, no matter what church we belong to, no matter what religion we believe in, we all pray to the same God, and he listens and answers. I have had so many wonderful family and friends praying for her, there is no doubt God heard us, and blessed us for our faith.

Thank you again!

Run for your Lives!

2009-07-06T18:10:00.001-04:00

I know I am behind again.

I have been trying to get this thing updated.

But I have been so overwhelmed with fear that I can’t concentrate on anything else.

Why, you ask?

Well,

The time has come.

Hope you are ready.

If not, you better start.

It will be here soon.

12:34:56 on 7/8/09.

Brace yourselves - this could be the end.

Hopefully I’ll see you on the other side.

If not, maybe then I will have time to get this blog updated.

And thought you might also like to know that despite my ongoing fear of this, I did still manage to find the time to make it to Publix today for some great savings - before sales and coupons - $282.22, after sales and coupons - $54.70. No amount of crazy fear is going to keep me from saving that kind of money!

It must be great to be 8!

2009-06-26T11:43:00.000-04:00

Before you can read this, I have a message from me, the terrible delinquent mother. I try my best to keep this blog up-to-date, and post things as quickly as they happen. But life gets in the way sometimes, and makes that impossible. So know this - I wrote this post a week ago, but due to technical difficulties, memory lapses, fried chickens on I-85, and just an all around lack of enough time in the day, I am finally posting Colin's birthday. Please forgive me for my delinquency, as I dislike tardiness as much as anyone. But I am only one mom, and without me, we wouldn't even have a blog. So I do my best.

And now, the long-awaited post:

My seond born child, my first son, my BOY, turned eight years old on Saturday, June 20th.

How is that possible?

Something must be wrong, because it seems like just yesterday they were laying all 9 pounds of him in my arms after my early morning c-section. I remember thinking he looked a little weird, but probably because they had made me take out my contacts, and I didn't have glasses to wear, and he had that goopy stuff in his eyes.

But I will never forget the overwhelming feeling of responsibility I felt for that boy. I had a son. He would some day be a Man. What did I know about turning boys into Men? The task ahead of me seemed daunting. Then I looked around the room, and watched as he was passed from me, to his father, to my mother, to my father, and to my grandmother, and I knew I wasn't alone. I knew that together, we were going to help this boy grow into someone special.

And once I finally got to put my eyes back in, I could see that he was the cutest baby boy ever gifted to a mother. And he was hungry!

The next eight years seem like a blur, and now we are here, at one of his most special birthdays he will ever celebrate.

Eight years old.

Still a boy, but taking his first big step forward. Baptism.

Colin was lucky like me to be baptized on his birthday, a day he will always remember. It was a beautiful baptism, and Colin looked so grown up. It's amazing how you can put white on a kid, even one as tan as he is, and they just seem to glow.

Enjoy some family pictures for a moment:

Colin was baptized by his father. I am so grateful my children are being raised by a righteous father. Ross, Colin's favorite uncle, gave the talk on baptism, and Miriam gave the talk on the Holy Ghost. They did GREAT! Thanks, guys! Addison, Madilyn and Anna Reese sang a song. And Colin got dunked good! The water was deep in the font. It was chest high water, and Donny put him all the way down in the water. I had told him to swuish Colin around a little to make sure he got good and clean, but he didn't think that sounded like a good idea.

Needless to say, my son is now accountable. Scary!

But seriously, Colin is a good boy. He is growing up a lot, and I can tell that he tries to be good and do what is right. I am proud of him for making the choice to be baptized. He is a lucky boy and has a great family and so many blessings. Not to mention, that is super good-looking! (He got that from me!) We love you Colin!

We "8" Cake

2009-06-26T11:30:00.000-04:00

After Colin's baptism, we headed back to the house for lunch, and more importantly, birthday cake.

In keeping up with the other kids, I had to make Colin's birthday cake this year.

And, as usual, I went a little overboard. You know, I do have a hard time distinguishing when enough is enough.

So, Colin got three cakes. That's right - three! Check em out -

Can you guess that Colin is into baseball? Didn't think so, so good thing I told you.

Making cakes is a lot of work, but it is worth it. I don't think Colin will soon forget these cakes!

More pics from the party:

It was a great day, and thanks to all the family that came from out of town!

Happy birthday Colin!

And so it continues. . .

2009-06-24T20:18:00.002-04:00

We had another doctor visit today to get Madilyn's test results from Monday.

Not sure where to start explaining all of this, so let's start with the easy stuff first.

All of her bloodwork came back normal. Nothing out of the ordinary there.

Then on to the X-rays.

First he read the results from the chest X-ray - Normal

Next, the skull - Normal.

Last, the right knee - another mass on the femur bone at the knee. Not normal.

So, the pain she had been having in her knee was related to all this.

Most likely she has something called Eosinophilic Granuloma, or EG. You can read more about what that all is here. This is the same benign mass that Dr. Fabregas had thought it could be when they did the biopsy. According to Dr. Shore, the biopsy results alone cannot rule out EG, and her final culture results came back this week as well from pathology on the biopsy, and they were negative for bacterial growth, which tells us that the mass in NOT made up of an infection after all.

As soon as Dr. Shore read the X-ray results from the knee, he became like a kid on Christmas morning. In his line of work, he must get him a thrill to solve a mystery, or at least start putting pieces of the puzzle together to get to a diagnosis. He immediately went and called Dr. Fabregas to tell him about the lesion in the femur. And to say the least, it sounds like he was shocked there was another lesion.

Dr. Shore could not tell us any specifics about what the treatment will be. He said EG is an orthopedic and hemalogist specialty. He said most likely Dr. Fab will order a full skeletal X-ray to rule out any additional lesions, and depending on what they find, they will determine the treatment.

He said there is a possibility it could also be chronic recurrent multifocal osteomyelitis and the treatment for either disease, as long as she doesn't have any additional lesions, would be very similar.

He wants her to continue taking the antibiotics until she sees Dr. Fab again.

So, again, more waiting for answers. Right now we are scheduled to see Dr. Fab next Thursday, 7/2, but with this new finding, I am going to call in the morning to see if they want to see her sooner.

How much crazier this is going to get, I am not sure. But luckily our trip to ATL and back today was much easier than Monday. Good thing, cause I wasn't in the mood for fried chicken again.

I'll keep you posted on any news. Thanks for keeping up with all this.

Love you all!

"DraMa"dilyn's Update

2009-06-23T08:11:00.003-04:00

Notice the title - you'll understand why shortly.

Madilyn had her first doctor's visit yesterday with the Infectious disease specialist, Dr. Shore.

Two things we know for sure now.

1. Donny and I are convinced that the ER doctor, her orthopedic surgeon, and the oncologist that consulted on her case were definitely convinced Madilyn's mass was malignant prior to the biopsy. The steps they took and the aggresiveness at which they approached the situation prove that beyond a doubt. Not that they did anything wrong, better to rule out the worst case scenario first, and luckily, the doctors were wrong. No malignancy here.

2. We hate Atlanta. More on that later.

As for the visit yesterday, we are still seeking answers. I know, I know, you are probably wondering if we will ever really know what is going on. And, there is a chance we may not ever know what caused this.

According to Dr. Shore, she most likely has a disease that has caused the infection in her bone. And so now we need to pinpoint this disease so he can treat it properly to prevent this from happening again. He doubled the amount of antibiotic she is taking and said she will most likely need to be on the antibiotic for at least the next 4-6 months depending on her prognosis. He sent us across the street to Children's Hospital for lots and lots of tests. They took X-rays of her skull, chest (which will also give him a different angle to look at her clavicle bone from the original X-rays), and knee.

I haven't said anything on the blog about her knee, so if you haven't talked to me you might not know that before she started complaining about her shoulder hurting, she had been limping around on her right knee complaining about it hurting for about two weeks. I thought it was just growing pains. Then it just stopped, and literally the next day she was complaining about her shoulder. Dr. Shore thinks that sounds like too much of a coincidence for them not to be related, so that is the reason for the X-rays of the knee.

They also did lots of blood work. And, oh, the drama! You would have thought they were walking around with chainsaws cutting off children's arms to eat for dinner the way Madilyn was acting. First they put numbing cream on her arm that had to sit for 30 minutes. The closer the time got, the faster the tears fell. Then it's time to start. And oh my! She started all right. Weeping and wailing galore! She was crying and begging "Please don't do this to me" "Please, I don't want to do this" over and over. I know it sounds sad right now, but Donny and I could not help but laugh at the time. Of course while all the crying and begging was going on, the tech had started and was half way done and Madilyn had no idea. She finally settled down enough to ask me when she was going to start, and I told her she was already half-way done. Madilyn immediately stopped crying and looked down at her arm and was shocked that she hadn't felt anything. Imagine that. A Children's Hospital that DOESN'T torture innocent children. Unbelievable. I would have given my right arm to have had my camera on me. All that drama was Oscar worthy, for sure! Of course, she comes by it honestly, she is my daughter.

Just call me Drama Mama!

So what now? We have another appointment with Dr. Shore tomorrow at 3:00 to discuss the results of all the tests. My biggest concern right now is if the mass is going away, and if her bone will ever return to normal. Questions he could not answer yet. One way or another, the mass will be removed, whether it is because it heals itself or surgically. And as for her bone, he said that hopefully the bone will be healthy enough to heal itself and return to normal. So many questions, so little answers.

She also sees Dr. Fabregas, her orthopedic surgeon, next week as well. So hopefully he will be able to answer some questions about the bone issues.

So, that is what we know for now. You know I will keep you posted with any information as soon as I can.

Oh, and are you still wondering why we hate Atlanta?

After we left the hospital, hungry and tired, ready to get home, nothing says Atlanta like a tractor-trailer full of chickens on fire in the middle of the interstate, shutting down I-85 south for almost three hours. And there we were, first car in line to get stopped, sitting and waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and still waiting. Every single time we go into the city, and I do mean every SINGLE time, without fail, we get stuck in traffic from a wreck.

I hate Atlanta!

Missing My Boys

2009-06-17T14:00:00.001-04:00

It has been a week and a half with no boys. While I relish the quiet time at home in the evenings, life isn't the same without moments like this

Or gifts from my boys like this

But I shalln't despair.

The end is near.

Less than 48 hours to go.

And all will be back to normal.

Well, normal is a little strong.

Back to crazy,

As that seems to be the way of our life.

I've been Saved!

2009-06-15T08:00:00.002-04:00

Something you may or may not know about me - when I get interested in something, I become obsessed with it. It consumes me, and I am constantly thinking of whatever it is. Some obsessions come and go pretty quickly, like say, redecorating. If I were to decide to redecorate a room in my house, I would literally put all of myself into it, but I would be done and ready to move on in a week or so.

Other obsessions come and go, then come and go again. Like scrapbooking. I LOVE to scrapbook. It is a great creative outlet for me. I love to create something unique and lasting. It brings me great amounts of personal satisfaction. But I do not have the time right now. So I don't do it all. Sad, I know, but if I were to start it up, every free moment I had would be spent on it, instead of doing things that absolutely must be done with the few moments of free time I do have, like say, oh, let's see, cooking dinner, spending time with my children, laundry, you know, all that fun stuff.

I guess you can say I have an addictive personality. Good thing I am not a drinker.

Of alcoholic beverages, that is.

Cause I am a drinker.

I love to drink.

I'm thirsty right now.

Anyway, if you have been around me or talked to me lately, you know I have a new obssesion.

But this one is a good one.

And I still get to do one of my most favorite things - shop.

But for the first time ever, my obssesion is not costing me tons of money.

In fact, it is all about saving money.

And man, let me tell you, I am saving some major money!

And it is so exciting!

Take a gander at my latest shopping trip:

Now that is quite a pile of loot, wouldn't you say?

Now had you been out shopping and picked up these items for yourself, you would have expected to spend around roughly $130.

But not me.

I only spent $37.

Oh yeah, you know that felt good.

I guess my obsessive compulsive disorder is finally paying off.

12

2009-06-14T20:19:00.003-04:00

Hard to believe, 12 years ago, early that Saturday morning, the two of us became one.

Since I am the voice of this blog, and you hear me talking all the time, I thought we would switch things up a little today, and hear from the Man:

I could not think of a better day to write my first post on this blog. As Chrissy stated, it is hard to believe that 12 years ago today we were married and sealed for time and eternity. After 12 years and three children later, we have grown tremendously. We have learned so much together about family and the ups and downs of raising a family. As I think, the ups out weigh the downs by a great margin. Chrissy, I am grateful for you and love you with all my heart. I know that we will continue to grow and learn as our children continue to age. I look forward to spending the next twelve years as well as many more with you.

Thanks, babe.

Happy Anniversaty.

Love you too,

Nuff said.

It is, after all, our anniversary,

and the kids are in Alabama!

Hee, hee

While the boys are away

2009-06-13T07:00:00.000-04:00

The girls like to play!

Madilyn and I spent the afternoon together Friday, just being girls, and doing our two favorite things - eating and shopping.

Anyone who knows me, knows I love to shop. I am so glad Madilyn is finally old enough to want to shop. I think she likes it more than me, at least as long as we are buying her stuff along the way.

We started our afternoon out at Panda Express.

Orange Chicken - Yum!

Can't have my girl stinkin up the house, so we headed to Bath & Body Works to take advantage of the big sale. We racked up on some good stuff, and left with enough stuff to keep up smelling like ladies for quite a while.

You know your daughter is growing up when she requests dangling earrings. I know you can feel my heartbreaking. Why can't they just stay young forever? But, I can accept reality, so next on our agenda was a quick trip to Claire's.

Dangling earrings, sigh.

After a few more errands, we made our way home.

Now you would think that after such great day with mom, my girl would want to spend forever by my side. This however, was not the case.

Once Madilyn found out her next doctor's appointment wasn't for another week, she was ready to leave me. A quick phone call to Memaw, plans to meet her in Montgomery, one bag packed, and dad ready to drive, she was leaving me for a week in Alabama,

Now I am alone with my one stinky boy.

Sigh.

Keeping you up-to-date

2009-06-12T09:38:00.003-04:00

After many phone calls back and forth, and one pissed off patient coordinator, because after a week of no results, I accused her of dropping the ball on my child's healtcare, I FINALLY spoke to the new patient coordinator for the infectious disease specialist Madilyn has been referred to.

Her appointment in on Monday, June 22nd at 4:00pm.

I know, another long week of waiting for answers.

Until then, she will continue with her antibiotic treatment.

But as far as Madilyn goes, she is feeling pretty much back to normal. She has almost full use of her right arm and shoulder now, with little to no pain, so that is a major improvement from two weeks ago.

If anything changes between now and then, I'll let you know.

Thanks again for all your concern for her well-being.

She is a very lucky girl to have so many people who love her and pray for her.

Thanks again!

Genes

2009-06-11T16:00:00.001-04:00

Are you the type when you look at people, say with their kids or parents or other family members, you can often see the resemblance?

Have you ever heard yourself say, "You can't deny that child" or "They are the spitting image of you".

As if someone really knows what you like when you are spitting.

Gross.

Or what about the opposite? Has anyone ever asked you about your relationship with the mailman or the Fedex delivery guy?

Do your children get excited when the mail comes for reasons other than gathering the junk from within the sacred box?

How much do we really know about our family trees?

We all trim branches off the trees in our yards and gardens. They often call it pruning. Helps keep the tree growing properly and well-shaped.

But how much pruning has been done from our genetic family tree?

Why all the questions?

Take a look at these three.

The two outsiders, yeah, you know them as Madilyn and Colin.

But that one in the middle, that would be sweet little Emmie Leigh, also known as Donny's sister Jacquelyn's baby girl. How cute is she!

Now granted these children are a mix of different momma's and poppa's, Langley's, Parr's and Crawford's, but still, being that they are 1st cousins, I don't know, maybe some kind of resemeblance would be there.

Not at all the case.

AT ALL!

Now I am pretty sure I know what is in my family tree.

Maybe those Langley's need to take a closer look at what is in their tree.

I'm just saying.

Freedom, of Sorts

2009-06-10T18:27:00.007-04:00

How do you define freedom?

I think freedom is one of the greatest blessings we have. We are so fortunate to live in a country that allows us to be free, to do what makes us happy, and live and worship as we please.

Well, sort of.

I love freedom. I love experiencing it.

Take this week for instance.

I have it.

Sort of.

My boys got shipped off to Alabama this weekend to spend some quality time with their Memaw and Pepaw, aka, Donny's folks.

Do you know how much quieter my house is without two boys?

Come by and see for yourself anytime.

You might be surprised, though.

We are a noisy bunch, with or without those rascally rabbits.

Adding the noisiest friend Madilyn has to the house doesn't help much.

Will I ever truly be free?

Doubtful.

But the real question is, Do I ever want to be free?

Let me ponder on that one while I wish for some peace and quiet.

Because I know you are checking,

2009-06-05T15:58:00.006-04:00

I have an update on Madilyn for you. Dr. Fabregas just called. The mass is made up of an infection, so they are calling in an antibiotic as I type this. She will now have to go see an Infectious Disease doctor, sounds weird I know, to monitor the infection, and see how she responds to the antibiotics. So it is the best possible outcome to this whole ordeal. But we are not done yet. Let's just hope she responds well to the drugs and does not need more surgery.

Madilyn has done amazingly well through all this. Here is a picture of her with her super sweet nurse Karen right before we left the hospital on Monday.

Hard to believe she just had surgery that morning, huh. Karen sent her a card in the mail, and Madilyn thought that was pretty cool.

We were able to remove the bandage yesterday. And if seeing wounds and stuff grosses you out, don't look down. I know my mom wants to see this, so I have to post a picture of her stitches.

And from the side, you can see how the area looks swollen, but the bump is actually her bone. The mass is inside the bone and has caused the exterior of the bone to protrude. Gross, I know.

Hopefully as the infection goes away, the bone will return to normal. More questions I have to remember to ask.

So thanks again for all the prayers and for thinking of us during this difficult time. If anything changes, you know I'll let you know.

My Belated 100th post!

2009-06-04T22:00:00.005-04:00

Are you ready to celebrate my milestone? Bunker down, cause here we go -

Wow, 100 posts! Hard to believe I have reached this milestone in blogging already! And, according to google, my 100th post should be all about me! So here goes - 100 things all about me. This will be quite self-indulgent, so if you're not into that sort of thing, leave now!

1. Umm, let's see, I have a hard time starting to write something.
2. Once I get going, the words flow pretty easily.
3. I had planned on growing up to be a teacher.
4. People ask me all the time if I am a teacher.
5. My glasses I wear now make me look more like a teacher.
6. They also help me see better, since I am practically blind.
7. I think people think I am a teacher because I am bossy.
8. And most kids like me because I am cool.
9. I wanted to be an English teacher because I always loved reading.
10. As a kid, I could read a book a day in the summer.
11. Now I can't find the time to read anything except spreadsheets and blogs.
12. I didn't grow up to be a teacher, unless you count teaching children how to not embarrass me everywhere we go.
13. I am not very successful at teaching that concept. No one listens to me.
14. I guess I am not as bossy as I think I am.
15. But I do have a loud mouth.
16. I don't like loud noises.
17. Or unnecessary noises, like birds singing, trains passing, kids screaming.
18. I cannot stand to hear wind chimes. So annoying!
19. To make up for my terrible vision, my other senses are extra keen.
20. I hear everything.
21. And I can smell anything.
22. You will often hear me asking, "What's that smell?" or "What is that noise?"
23. My husband thinks I am crazy.
24. Which is true, I am.
25. But I do hear and smell things that he never hears or smells.
26. He has perfect vision.
27. But this is about me, not him.
28. Speaking of him, we are about the celebrate our 12th wedding anniversary on June 14th.
29. It better be a good year, since 12 is my favorite number.
30. It was raining on our wedding day.
31. And I was late to the temple because I overslept.
32. I am hardly ever late for anything anymore.
33. If I am late, it is not my fault. And you can guarantee I will not be in a good mood if I arrive late, because that means we were rushing, and I do not like to rush.
34. Rushing stresses me out. And makes my hair frizzy.
35. I have extremely thick hair. Too thick, if you ask me.
36. My favorite thing to do when I am relaxing is twist my hair.
37. It is quite interesting to watch.
38. I have twisted my hair since I was a baby. I had thick hair then too.
39. I used to get into trouble when I was in school for twisting my hair because it was distracting to everyone else.
40. But it helped me concentrate.
41. When I twist my hair, I make little twiggers, as we like to call them, all over my hair.
42. I twig up my whole head sometimes.
43. I hate unexpected visits to my house, because more than likely, I have twigs in my hair that I am having to unravel really quickly before I can open the door.
44. I have been caught several times, and was quite embarrassed by the whole situation.
45. While I am working on this, everytime I stop to think of what to say next, I twig my hair.
46. It is an addiction.
47. I am also addicted to reality TV. The Bachelor, Bachelorette, Survivor, Amazing Race, Dancing with the Stars, Big Brother, and so on and so on.
48. I am also addicted to Coke. Nothing tastes better than that stuff. Trust me. If you don't think so, you are wrong!
49. My newest addiction is couponing. Once you realize how much money you can save, you can't shop any other way.
50. I don't do anything half-way, like this post for instance. Hold on, we got 50 more to go.
51. I have an addiction to collections.
52. When I become interested in something that is sold in a collection, I have a hard time resisting the need to buy all of everything that has to do with it.
53. Beanie babies, scrapbook supplies, Gymboree clothes, Littlest Pet Shops, you name it, if it is sold in a collection, I want the whole collection.
54. I have been trying to control that lately by avoiding all things that I like to buy.
55. It will soon get harder to do this once they open our new Hobby Lobby.
56. That is my favorite store. They have everything a collector could ever want. And more!
57. Something I need more of is time.
58. I wish I had 3 more hours in each day, but still only have to work the same amount. I don't know what I would do with the extra time, but I could definitely use it.
59. I would also like to go back in time and live parts of my life over.
60. But only if I knew what I know now.
61. One thing I know for sure is that every experience we have in life that seems significant at the time, actually is significant.
62. One of my biggest pet peeves is to hear people say, "Oh, ten years from now, this won't even matter." I don't believe that. I think everything that happens to us matters, and will matter to us forever.
63. Another one of my pet peeves is self-righteous people.
64. I cannot handle people who don't think they live in glass houses.
65. We all live in glass houses. So stay away from the rocks.
66. I have no desire to go rock climbing.
67. I do enjoy camping, but we never go. I wonder why.
68. Probably because we don't have the time.
69. Plus I don't like bugs.
70. But I love cooking over an open fire.
71. Good thing we burn trees all the time. Nothing is better than foil dinners on a nice crisp evening.
72. Our fire alarm went off in the middle of the night once. It literally scared the crap out of me. I couldn't go back to sleep the rest of the night.
73. One of my biggest phobias is that my house is going to burn down when I am out of town.
74. I am a poet, and I know it.
75. Another one of my phobias is storms, especially at night.
76. If it is raining, I am up, out of bed, checking the weather, and watching the sky.
77. This phobia can be completely blamed on Hurricane Elvis blowing through Memphis back in 2003.
78. Before that, I thought people who freaked out over storms were weird.
79. I also think people who like to talk about politics are weird.
80. Nothing stirs up people more than talking about politics.
81. And religion.
82. So I better change the subject, or else you won't keep reading this.
83. One of my most vivid memories as a child was my cat dying while we were at Disney World. I remember running up and down the street calling "Tootsie, Tootsie, I'm home, come home".
84. The stupid neighbors were supposed to be watching her.
85. Never trust your neighbors to watch your pets. No one cares about your pet the way you do.
86. And speaking of trust, another vivid childhood memory would be running into a barbwire fence in the dark of the night, after my sister ran off and left me. I was cut up from head to toe. Lots of stitches.
87. My sister is also to blame for another permanent scar on my forehead-my goose egg as we endearingly refer to it, compliments of my sister's inadequate driving skills and one terrible car wreck.
88. 20 years later, she still scares me when she is driving.
89. I do not deal with post-traumatic stress very well.
90. Once traumatized, always traumatized.
91. I also don't deal with annoyances very well. If you are getting on my nerves, you are going to know it.
92. I wear my emotions right on my face. Some people use the expression, you wear your emotions of your sleeve. I don't get that. Why would your emotions be on your sleeve? You can generally look at my face and know exactly how I feel.
93. But don't look closely at my hair. I am going gray.
94. This is another one of my biggest phobias. Gray before my time.
95. You can't fight time. It keeps on passing, all the time, right before your eyes.
96. Blink, and you miss a second.
97. But make sure you don't miss out on sleep. We all need a good night's sleep.
98. Especially me. It has been a long couple of weeks.
99. So good thing it is time to go to bed.
100.We made it just in time. Good night.

I missed my milestone!

2009-06-03T12:36:00.003-04:00

My previous post, Good News, was a major blogging milestone -

IT WAS MY 100TH POST!

AND I MISSED IT!

I am an embarressment to all bloggers.

Please don't take my carelessness as a sign that I am not a true blogger.

Because I am.

But I have been a little distracted.

Forgive me, Blogger.

I will make it up to you.

We will celebrate

The way all true bloggers do

Can you guess what is coming soon?

Stay tuned. . .