Shoulda stayed in bed...

You know when you wake up with that feeling. The feeling that you should really just
stay in bed. Today was that day.

I had a follow up dr appt with my GI doctor. Basically was just for me to tell him, that yes,
all is ok, my acid reflux is better and for me to find out when I needed to have my colon
rechecked since I had polyps. The good news was that they were all benign and I won't
have to go thru that test again for 5 years. Bad news, I will have to continue to have that
test every few years or so because they found the polyps in the first place.

So, I go to leave. I have pulled out of my parking spot and went to the end of my isle. I turn
left to go down the back isle. A woman, talking on the phone, in her van pulls out of the isle
next to my isle and cuts in front of me down the back isle. Ok, I decide, I will be nice, I will
not honk, she was distracted and I will give her the benefit of the doubt. So, I follow her up
to the last side isle (you have to to get out of there) and all of a sudden she throws her van
in REVERSE. She wants to pull into a parking spot, UM WHERE I AM BLOCKING BECAUSE I WAS BEHIND HER, in reverse. So, I have to haul off and get into reverse quickly because
she was inches away from smacking into the front of my van. Ok, I am aggravated now. But,
again, I let it go.

So, I am on the main road (mind you, less than 10 minutes have passed since that close
encounter) and I am in the lane to turn right. It is a yield lane so I have to wait for on coming
traffic to slow or be done before I can go. Well, I thought I might be able to get on the road, so
I creeped up a bit but there was a white truck hauling ass so I had to stop. Apparently the man behind me didn't pay attention to the fact that I was STILL SITTING THERE. BAM. He plowed right into me. I was leaning forward looking to the left when my van jumps forward. Thankfully I
still had my foot on the break because if I hadn't he would have pushed me into that oncoming truck. Becca is in the back crying, she was scared by the loud noise and jump. I pull over to the side, my whole body shaking and trying to calm Becca down. The man came to my van VERY apologetic. I got out and we inspected the damages. Really, not much at all. This GREAT van of mine really can take an impact. I just have 2 small cuts in my bumper. The man was beside himself with apologies. It turns out they had just admitted his wife into the hospital to give birth to their baby and he was running home real quick to get some clothes. Yeah, I felt bad for him. Since there was minimal damage, we just exchanged information and went about our way. I didn't see the need to hold him up when his baby was going to be born at any time and he was sincerely sorry and took all the blame. So, my van has a few blemishes on it now, but really, it
could have been worse. If I hadn't had my foot plowed on my brake, we could have hit other people, maybe my air bags could have deployed.. anything. So, I figured it was best to count
our blessings and move on. I am having some back and neck pain, but I have problems with them anyway, so even the tiniest thing could set the pain off. No need to make his life miserable because of it. I figure I will take some med's for a few days and be right as rain in no time.

What I am concerned about is that my van has been in MANY near misses and now 2 bumps in one month (remember the Kroger story and the old man??) Does my van need to become a different color to avoid this attention? Do I need to make it banana yellow so people can see me?
OR do I have a secret magnet in it that is drawing all these people to me????

I don't know, but I hope this last fender bender is the last for awhile. I can't handle that kind
of stress.....

ON a HAPPIER note: I am addicted to Ebay. Yes, I said it. I love the bidding. Can't help it.
I decided to cheer myself up for my bday and I started bidding on a few purses. Well, I won them BOTH!! One came in the mail today and I LOVE it.













Now I am just waiting for the next one to arrive:




Can you see a theme here? I am in LOVE with purple. One is Lilac (the top one and it matches a fingernail polish I have PERFECTLY *thanks Heather!* And the second one is Lavender.
Why do I need 2? Why not?? One is a larger purse and one is smaller. Perfect for giving me choices!! YAY EBAY!!! Somebody better keep me away for awhile though, you never know what I might buy next......

Birthday wishes

Well, tomorrow is my birthday. I really wish the day would just come and go without notice.
It has nothing to do with getting older. I will be 34. I am fine with that. Age doesn't scare me, it just means I have survived that much more.

What saddens me is that I was a birthday present. Yup, my mom presented me to my Aunt Peg for her birthday, her birthday is 4 days after mine, with a guitar. Me and a guitar, what a combo.
Every year Peg would call and remind me " You know you are my birthday present, right?". I would usually roll my eyes and then reply "Yup, and aren't you lucky that I am the gift that keeps on giving".

I can't do that this year or ever again. There will be no phone call. I won't be able to roll my eyes at her outlandish singing version of "Happy Birthday" and we won't have our witty birthday banter.

I already miss it. Since she has passed in May I am constantly reminded of these little things that will be no more. It hurts.

I really don't know if I will ever be able to view my birthday the same way again. My birthday has always been linked with hers and now I am alone. I miss you Peg, Happy Birthday. How I wish you were here.

Shopping at your own risk

It is amazing to me that in such a small town, with such a small super market, that shopping has become a hazard. Besides the fact of rising prices that want to break my checkbook, I now have the added bonus of playing bumper cars and musical parking spaces.

More and more frequently, as I am in the parking lot, I have to fight to get a parking space. Not because there aren't many around, but because jerks feel they have the right to cut in front of me. For instance, this past Saturday, I am patiently waiting my turn to take a parking space from someone who was leaving. I had my blinker on, I was in the pathway, I was next. Then a "person" decides that my car parking manner's is not needed and proceeds to pull up thru a HANDICAP parking space on the other side of the parking spot I am waiting on to preempt my pulling into the said spot. Now, was this spot so important that they had to come in thru a handicap spot just to steal it from me? I don't think so. But, what I am most mad about, is the rudeness of this "person". They clearly saw me, I was there before they even got to the handicap spot, and yet I lost the spot because of their rudeness. Hmmm, nice.

Then the Saturday before I had a fender bender. I was done shopping, I had pulled out of my spot and was starting forward when this "older driver" decides looking back takes too much effort. I saw him backing out and I stopped, figuring I would avoid an accident. Um, yeah, that was too much to ask. He creeps out of this spot, backing up... more, more,more until "BAM" he bumps into my van because instead of, again looking back, he decided it was way more worth his while to chat to an older lady standing in the parking lot. Now, you would think this hitting of my van would at least get some attention from him???? YEAH, NO. He never even acknowledged that he bumped into me. He just proceeded to pull forward at his snail pace and go about his way.

Now, there have been other instances of near hit's by vehicles to my body walking from the store to my vehicle, but really, you get the point of my little tirade.

Now, what is my option? Learn to get better at bumper cars and start stealing spaces on my own, or stop shopping all together??? Hmmm, well, the latter does sound rather good, but I have a feeling that the natives would get restless without any food in the house. So, I guess shopping at my own risk the risk I will have to take from now on. They might be surprised when one day I go Nascar on their butts and beat them at their own games......

Heat wave

Yeah, ok, so here I live in central us and we have had a heat wave to beat all heat waves! We have
had over 100 degree weather now for 2 weeks and over 90 for like a month and a half. We are setting records here people. Not only are we having record heat, we are having record NO rain. None, nada, zilch. People, do a rain dance for me PLEASE. My well will dry up!! Remember me?
Middle of nowhere country, I have no city water here!! RAIN DANCES EVERYNIGHT 11PM!!

On a funner note, my kids are actively involved in football/cheerleading/dance class. Yes, my nights are fun. Thursday's especially. I pick them up from school at 3:00 (because they wouldn't get home from the bus until 3:45 and that is too late) to take Kaity to dance class which starts at
3:45. Now, the school is like 10 minutes away from dance class, so we sit in the car for about 30-40 minutes until her class starts. Then I need to find me and the 4 other kiddo's something to do until 5:30 when her classes end. HMMMMM Well, today, I thought I would take them to McDonald's and let them play at the play land. UM YEAH, anybody here hearing bells and whistles go off?? How long can you really stay at Md's before going insane? 5-10 minutes?? Well, we didn't last until after 5 like I wanted, but after my many trials of yelling at my kids, we did leave at 4:30 and we proceeded to go back to the dance class to wait. We waited, in my van, with the air running. Now, this may seem like a hardship, but people, we have DVD players in my van. Not 1 or 2..... TRY 4. Come on, surely they can be entertained for 45 minutes??? HA

Well, finally the torture of waiting for dance class is over. NOW it is time to go to football/cheerleading practice. We get to sit in the heat until 8:30. The ants attack you no matter where you sit. Becca and I have bites clear up to our scalps. No kidding. We are hot, wet and tired!! I am Becca's jungle gym. My poor boys are layered with pads, shirts and helmets. They are RANK when practice is over. WHEW and I have to sit in the van for 45 minutes on the way home with them.

Now, it is home and it is after 9:30. It is now time to try and get everyone showered and ready for bed because, yes, school is in the morning.

Why do I do this? Insanity? Yes, I think so. The kids begged to do this and now who is paying the price????

Well, again, to show our "fun" here are some pictures:
(ok, one person missing from these is Kaity the cheerleader- why? Because all this week she has been able to cheer in an AIR CONDITIONED building. I couldn't be there to take pictures because I had to stay and sweat watching my youngest on the field to make sure he didn't injure someone)

Enjoy!!
(Logan is in the white jersey, Tyler is in yellow #11, Kaleb is in yellow #22, and baby Becca is the one looking so cute!)

Screaming in silence

Screaming in silence
And losing the fight
I give you my all
But my all isn't right

Drowning inside
Filled with tears
Nobody to listen
To any of my fears

Feeling all alone
Standing in a crowd
Invisible to all
And making no sound

I stand, I fight
I scream, I cry
No one hears
No one asks why

Someday I think
Maybe I will be heard
Someday goes by
It leaves without a word

But I'm not giving up
And I am not giving in
I will just fight harder
Because I know I will win

Screaming in silence
But continuing the war
My voice will be heard
And then I will soar.

On the mend

I did have surgery. I had my gallbladder removed. The incisions are still a bit sore, but I feel so much better. I am not vomiting anymore . That is a major plus! The only hang up is that I have been running a low grade fever now for awhile. I am not sure if it means I have an infection or not. I don't feel terrible. My cuts are not all that red, not anymore than I would think they would be. But I do feel run down and extremely tired. So maybe I am just unlucky and am coming down with a bug or something.

Kids have started school, YAY! I will post pictures shortly.

I am just so happy they found out what was wrong. I saw the surgeon yesterday and he told me they found stones, sludge and a chronic infection in my gallbladder. So, I guess this was bound to happen. It looks as though my many years of crash dieting could have contributed to this. He said that losing weight too fast (which I did many times in my life) causes gallstones. Coincidently enough, I was dieting at the time of this attack. So, I guess this is my bodies way of telling me I am not doing it the right way. Maybe now I will listen.