Wednesday, October 22, 2008

We are so proud!!

Last night I was taking Khrystyne to Game Stop to pick up a new game. On the way there she was complaining about her incision site (where she had her tumor removed), stating that it still bothered her sometimes. Then she started telling me about when she first woke up after her surgery how she was real groggy, and VERY hungry (it’s Khrys go figure). Then she started to tell me about a woman in the bed next to her and how she was having a Granny seizure; a real bad one.

Me: A what?

Khrys: A Granny seizure…

Me: (Confused look) Oh, you mean a Grand Mal seizure.

Khrys: Whatever

Me: (Laughing)

Khrys: (Blushing) they’re both the same thing! Granny, Grandma…

Me: (Laughing hysterically) Khrystyne, Grand Mal, not Grandma.

Khrys: That’s what I said Grandma.

Me: No, Khrystyne, listen, Grand Mal

Khrys: Blank look…

Me: Not G-R-A-N-D-M-A, its capital G-r-a-n-d space capital M-a-l, (still laughing) wait until I tell your dad about this…

Khrys: (Blushing an even deeper shade of red) Oh!! (Then she jumps out of the car and takes of running for the store)

By the way she is 18 years old!!!

Tuesday, October 21, 2008


As promised here are some photos of Breanna and her art work that is on display…

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Dillon Dipped in my Bucket

Dillon Dipped in my Bucket

That is the phrase that I heard while driving to work this lovely Saturday morning. (I brought the two youngest along.) So I turned the radio down so that I could listen in on the conversation that Ricky and Breanna were having. Apparently they are being taught in school that everyone has a full bucket, and if some one is mean to you or hurts your feelings they take a scoop out of your bucket. If someone is nice to you or makes you laugh they put a scoop into your bucket. So Dillon pushed Ricky down and was mean to him on the playground so he dipped in Ricky’s bucket. This conversation lasted every bit of 15 minutes, it was so cute.

I finally went to the Doctors on Thursday, and I have bronchitis. I came to work yesterday but our region manager was in and after an hour he sent me packing. Not because I was sick, but because he felt I may be contagious and he didn’t want any part of what I had. So I got a day and a half off this week… Yea!!

I believe I’m going to have to do some soul searching this coming year, I think professionally it is about time to make a change. I’ve worked here going on ten years, and I have to fight every year to get a pay increase, if I even get one. I’ve been gypped out of my quarterly bonuses about six times over the past two years. So more and more I feel it’s about time to move on.

My oldest daughter turned 18 on October 5th, today she is officially opening her first checking account. This is going to be interesting… hopefully she will pay attention to what I tell her, and never overdraw on her account. Money burns a hole right through her pocket; I’m trying to teach her to save some of her money for a rainy day, but so far it hasn’t stuck.

Breanna won 1st place at her school in an Art contest for the Indianapolis Children’s Museum. Her art work is currently being displayed at The Great Frame Up. So after work this afternoon I’ll be taking Breanna & Ricky to The Great Frame Up to take pictures of her artwork. I’m sure Breanna will feel very important and I want to show her that we are really proud of her. I’ll post the pictures from our trip next week.

Well that’s about it for now; have a great weekend.

Monday, October 13, 2008

I see sick people... everywhere

Calling the shots; my little guy is in the green.

We have a bunch of sick people at my house, first Courtney was sick, which turned into bronchitis, and then Khrystyne and Ricky got sick. I took them to the doctors Khrys had bronchitis, and I was told that Ricky had a viral infection until today he went back for his yearly physical and he has an ear infection plus cough, so he gets to revisit the doctor in 2 weeks to give his antibiotics time to kick in. Which leads us to Rick, Breanna and myself, Breanna is starting to cough (which luckily she has an appointment this Thursday with the pulmonary specialist for her asthma) I’ve got the worst cough, and now Rick is starting to come down with something. I think I may have picked the worst year to pass on the flu shot… I had such a bad reaction last year, and my doctor’s office does not offer the nasal mist so it’s a shot or nothing.

Ricky played his last soccer game this past Saturday; they won their final game so that put them as undefeated this whole season. Which that was pretty exciting. He got to call heads or tails for the beginning of the game (his first time ever) and he won, so he got to pick which side he wanted to play on. It was so cute. After the game, we went over to the bouncy house and waited for their turn. Rick and I watched them jump, actually their time was almost up, when we saw a commotion and saw someone getting out of the bouncy, here comes Ricky. He fell and some girl jumped on his EYE!!! It’s been two days now and his eye is still swollen. Breanna keeps telling his friends that a girl beat him up, and of course Ricky gets made at her, so he punched her in the arm where she just got her flu shot at. Kids… it never ends.

Courtney got suspended from school on Friday, she was caught with her cell phone Thursday morning and the teacher tried to take her phone and of course she didn’t give it up. (She saved her babysitting money for two months for that phone, and she had just got it the weekend before) So the Teacher sent her to the office, and when she went to get her things together she apparently dropped the F-Bomb in front of the whole class. So I got my fall cleaning done on Friday without even having to be at home!! Like I said Kids…

Friday, October 10, 2008

Quick Update

I've been pretty busy here at work. It's just me in the office now, so I don't have a lot of time to update. (Sorry)

I'm posting some school pics of the younger two; for my family that reads this blog.

We have one final soccer game tomorrow morning; Ricky's team so far has been undefeated this year which was so cool... Have a great weekend.

Friday, October 03, 2008

Three year Cancer - Anniversary

Well it’s official; I’ve made it three years since being diagnosed with cancer. It hasn’t been the easiest road by any means but all in all any price that I’ve had to pay was well worth it for the opportunity to be given the gift of another day. So instead of going into all the in’s and out’s of being diagnosed with the big “C”, I thought I’d share some personal thoughts.

More than anything I’ve been blessed with the insight of what a day can bring.

A day can bring a phone call from your very panicked doctor warning you, “That whatever you do, do not go to work this morning, we need you to go to the hospital for more blood work, we think you have Leukemia.”

A day can bring 40 people (whom you’ve never met) into your house carrying armloads of groceries and Christmas presents for your children, while you are sick.

A day can bring a family back together, or tear it apart.

A day can bring a new baby into your life, or take your Grandmother away.

A day can bring you a walk in the park, with your husband and children. When your six year old son notices that his mommy is have problems with the hills and stays behind to let mommy hold his hand so she doesn’t fall…

So I’ve decided to take this next year One Day at a Time. (Not that there is any other way that you can take it.) But I’m not going to let things worry me or stress me out. I’m going to really focus on enjoying the moment. Taking a few minutes for myself everyday and not feel guilty about it, and I’m going to make an effort to spend more time with extended family members, because all too often we get tied up with our lives and our own kids and don’t make time for others.

Those words One Day at a Time remind me of an elderly lady from church when I was a kid, she was almost blind, and her favorite song was One Day at a Time. She rarely spoke to anyone, I think that she was very shy, but on the way home from church if you asked, she would always sing that song for us. The chorus of that song goes like this:

One day at a time sweet Jesus
That’s all I’m asking from you
Just give me the strength
To do everyday what I have to do
Yesterdays gone sweet Jesus
And tomorrow may never be mine
Lord help me today, show me the way
One day at a time.

So this is how I’m going to live the rest of my life, be it a day, or fifty more years. Not wasting my time worrying about things that happened in my past, and not taking for granted that I’ll ever see tomorrow. But by doing the best I can, for the people that I love while I’m still here.