Last night was the first night since my surgery that I had the kids in bed and asleep at a decent hour. I was in my jammies and comfortable. I sat down on my bed with my daily readers, a notepad, pencil and the remote control. I usually DVR the 6 o'clock news so that I can catch the weather later. I cannot stay awake most nights to see the late news. While I had the news on for noise as I read, a certain story caught my attention.
At first you hear about gun shots here and mystery powder there along side another fatal accident. Most of this goes in one ear and out the other. That is really sad. These are someone's children, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, freinds,.....Then I heard...."Festus".... Of course, my ears purk up and my eyes stray from my reading. I hear of a girl who tried to "save" her sister from drowning. A name is mentioned. I am in disbelief. I rewind. I listen again. I hear the girl's name. I recognize it. I am stunned. I rewind to listen once again. One of Emma's best friends. OH. Lord, help us.
A 6 year old, tried to save her sister from drowning. The best I could get was that the 5 year old sister simply did not have any floatation device. The older sister wanted to help. She did, but in doing so, did not make it out of the water herself. How incredibly sad. I spoke with the mom on the phone and asked if I could come over to give hugs. While I waited for Kevin to come home from work, I hugged both our kids as tight as I could and without waking them up.
Kevin and I struggled most of the night with how do you break this news to your child. Sure we have experienced death before. But those have always been older people, with illnesses. It was "easier" to explain why it was God's turn to have them. But this. This is a child.
After each of us spoke with parents, friends and sponsors, we decided to wake Emma up so that we could both be there with her and pray together with her. We had also hoped that this would make her morning easier before she left for Girl Scout Day Camp. I am really glad we did it that way. There were other girls at camp who had heard the news and were ready to talk. We had prepared her as well as we could. She is strong.
I know that the wake and funeral will be difficult. I am not sure if it will be harder for me or for Emma. Pray for her, and little Aliyah's (a-lee-ya) family. I cannot EVEN imagine how devistating it is to lose a child so young. It saddens me to think of such a small girl in such a small casket. This little child saved a life. Unfortunately, could not do it without risking her own.
At this time, take your child, your dog, your partner and thank God that you still have life with them. Do something kind. Keep your voice down. Tell them that you love them. Hug them, often. Hold them tight, don't let go...for just a moment longer.
Today is short. Tomorrow may never come. Yesterday is a memory. Now is the present. Treat it as a gift. YOU don't know what will happen. Love as if today is the last day of your life. Let everyone know it.
I love you. I hope you know it.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
The New and Improved
My surgery went well. Doc came into my "holding cell" a bit after 9am to mark me. This means he used a sharpie to put his cut marks on my body as well as a couple of reference marks on my arms. I, of course, had Kevin take pictures. People thought we were weird, but how many times does someone get this done? I hope no more than 2, so I wanted to remember it. Have something to show Emma when she is older and possibly may need a similar procedure.
They drove me to the OR right after that. I remember going down the hall thinking how much it sucked that I could not see without my glasses on my face. After that, I was out. I woke up sometime later in my recovery space. Kevin says he was there, but I certainly do not remember that part. I do remember trying to open my eyes and realizing that this was a bad idea at that time.
Again they drove me. This time to my own room. Whenever there was a need for some dramamine, this was it. WHOAH. Then they made ME move myself onto my bed for the night. That took awile. Eyes closed. Still sedated. Huh. Kevin left shortly after this. No need for him to stay, I slept (or tried) most of the night.
I was pretty excited to find out that they were going to give me one of my "sleepy pills" to help me sleep. Well, what was the point of that?! Every hour on the hour from 8 until about 1am someone was in the room for something....change my IV (thank you) and help me pee, check my vitals, empty the trash, take some blood. Holy cow, who could sleep? I remember waking up with the phone in my hand at one point.
At about 4:45pm, I decided I would wait to sleep until I got home. The overnight nurse said that I could order breakfast beginning at 6:30. So, I stayed up here and there. Breakfast arrived just intime for me to need a nap. I ate. Everything is feeling fine...morphine helps.
Doc arrived a bit after 8am, said everything looked great. He left the room to consult on whether or not my drains should be removed. This being the most painful part that I remember from last time, I was glad the decision was made to do this while I was under the influence. OOOOOuuuuccchhhhhie. Bandaged me up and I was ready to go.
Two hours later, we were out of there. Again, I fell asleep for my first meal with my family. THat happens. The weekend was rough. Kids needed me. So did Kevin.
Wednesday, I went in for my first week follow-up. Doc says I look perfect. Healing nicely. Go back in a week. I will have to change my dressings twice a day. I get to wear a sports bra 24 hours a day. sure beats the surgical bra they gave me at the hospital. Now I can wear pink.
Says he took 3 pounds, but I am not sure that I believe him. I am considerably smaller after this surgery than the first, and I started out bigger. He took 3 pounds the last time. Whatever. I am so happy. I ran into a friend at the gas station last night---cause I can drive now---she said I was glowing as I told the story. Hehehe.
I think I am new and Improved. I love them. Not so sure about Kevin, but he promises to adjust, because it was something that I really wanted. I love him.
They drove me to the OR right after that. I remember going down the hall thinking how much it sucked that I could not see without my glasses on my face. After that, I was out. I woke up sometime later in my recovery space. Kevin says he was there, but I certainly do not remember that part. I do remember trying to open my eyes and realizing that this was a bad idea at that time.
Again they drove me. This time to my own room. Whenever there was a need for some dramamine, this was it. WHOAH. Then they made ME move myself onto my bed for the night. That took awile. Eyes closed. Still sedated. Huh. Kevin left shortly after this. No need for him to stay, I slept (or tried) most of the night.
I was pretty excited to find out that they were going to give me one of my "sleepy pills" to help me sleep. Well, what was the point of that?! Every hour on the hour from 8 until about 1am someone was in the room for something....change my IV (thank you) and help me pee, check my vitals, empty the trash, take some blood. Holy cow, who could sleep? I remember waking up with the phone in my hand at one point.
At about 4:45pm, I decided I would wait to sleep until I got home. The overnight nurse said that I could order breakfast beginning at 6:30. So, I stayed up here and there. Breakfast arrived just intime for me to need a nap. I ate. Everything is feeling fine...morphine helps.
Doc arrived a bit after 8am, said everything looked great. He left the room to consult on whether or not my drains should be removed. This being the most painful part that I remember from last time, I was glad the decision was made to do this while I was under the influence. OOOOOuuuuccchhhhhie. Bandaged me up and I was ready to go.
Two hours later, we were out of there. Again, I fell asleep for my first meal with my family. THat happens. The weekend was rough. Kids needed me. So did Kevin.
Wednesday, I went in for my first week follow-up. Doc says I look perfect. Healing nicely. Go back in a week. I will have to change my dressings twice a day. I get to wear a sports bra 24 hours a day. sure beats the surgical bra they gave me at the hospital. Now I can wear pink.
Says he took 3 pounds, but I am not sure that I believe him. I am considerably smaller after this surgery than the first, and I started out bigger. He took 3 pounds the last time. Whatever. I am so happy. I ran into a friend at the gas station last night---cause I can drive now---she said I was glowing as I told the story. Hehehe.
I think I am new and Improved. I love them. Not so sure about Kevin, but he promises to adjust, because it was something that I really wanted. I love him.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
OUr time in Chicago
We just got back from Chicago yesterday. I was surprised by the amount of time it took us. For some reason I was thinking it should have taken the better part of the work day. But in fact, it took us just a bit more than 5.5 hours. This was pretty close to the times I found on Google Map and Mapquest. However, neither of these allowed for lunch, potty breaks or exchanging movies at the Redbox.
Which gets me to random thought number one: If Redbox advertises for being able to drop off or pick up a movie in any city,why don't they have locations at places just off major highways? For those of you who don't know--and I found out this weekend that many don't know what a Redbox is--it is a tall red box located in grocery stores, McDonald's and other places. Inside of the redbox are DVDs you can rent with your cc for $1 plus tax. The movie is due back by 9pm the next day. If you decide to keep it an extra day, you pay an extra dollar. After you return the movie, your cc gets charged. Watch out Blockbuster. THis is a great concept.
We rented movies from a Redbox before we left Crystal City. I was thinking we should have no problem finding one to exchange for different movies along the way and again once we were in Chicago. The reason for my thinking is because the boxes are mostly in McD--who even gave away free rentals with a large drink purchase months ago. Why would I have a hard time?
Joe found us a place to return the movies on our way out of town, but by then Emma had decided to watch one again. No sense in returning it, just to pay another dollar to get it out again. I have the thing until 9pm anyway. When we stopped for lunch about 1.5 hours out of Chicago, I thought for sure we would find a Redbox in that McD. Nope. A very nice lady told me about a location in Pontiac, Ill. We had to drive 2 miles into town and then locate the local market. Whew, more trouble than it should have been.
So, this got me to thinking. For the traveling family Google Map/Mapquest should add the Redbox to their services. If we could have mapped out the locations ahead of time, we would have also had nice places to eat and exchange movies. This is way more fun for the kids than bringing movies from home.
My next random thought is this. Follow along with me. We used the public restroom a LOT while we were on our short vacation. The fancier ones had automatic soap dispensers, water faucets AND towel dispensers or blow dryers. Isn't the purpose of all of this to prevent the spread of disease? Then why do they make me pull the handle on the way out of the RR? Shouldn't it push out so that I can use my clean rearend to exit? You know not everyone washes when they leave those places? The concept would be nice: if everyone washed then you could use the handle without worry about what is on there. But they don't.
Which leads me to this: If there is a line to the ladies room that is 3 dozen people long, and a door desginated for exiting, why would you go out of the IN door?
We did have a nice time. Emma, Kerri L. and I got to Joe's place around dinner time. Thank you Joe for the best pizza/salad dinner. All four of us played games for a while. I like playing against Joe for the fun of trying. Because I know that I will just about always lose. So I opted not to ask to play Scrabble for that reason. Emma picks out a game instead called "My Word". This was worse than Scrabble. Everyone looks at the same cards laid on the table. You have to be quick with your brain and eyes to make words of the cards. (Each card has a letter or two on them.) Joe is quick. Kerri was too. Not a fun game to play while sipping on wine.
Sunday we took an excursion to Sears Tower. It is a fantastic view, with a lot of history to learn. Unfortunately, I was with a 6 year old who did not care to read everything that was on the wall. We looked out from each side of the tower, and played a few rounds of "I Spy"with the city. From there we went to Navy Pier. Emma wanted to return to the Children's Museum. Great. Kerri and I got in for free for being teachers--wish we would have thought to ask that question at SEars Tower. Found out the only reason she wanted to go there was to get her face painted. Too bad they were not doing that this time. Bummer. Ben and Jerry's made up for that.
Time to retire for the day. We got back in time for us to take a quiet time. Ok, that was for us grownups. Emma began what we found out was a 3 hour marathon of "iCarly". What a dumb show. Off to bed.
We really had a great time. We owe all of it to Uncle Joe. Thank you for treating us to dinner, and all of the modes of transportation while visiting. Emma had a great time. James knows what he missed and is working on being able to go next time.
Which gets me to random thought number one: If Redbox advertises for being able to drop off or pick up a movie in any city,why don't they have locations at places just off major highways? For those of you who don't know--and I found out this weekend that many don't know what a Redbox is--it is a tall red box located in grocery stores, McDonald's and other places. Inside of the redbox are DVDs you can rent with your cc for $1 plus tax. The movie is due back by 9pm the next day. If you decide to keep it an extra day, you pay an extra dollar. After you return the movie, your cc gets charged. Watch out Blockbuster. THis is a great concept.
We rented movies from a Redbox before we left Crystal City. I was thinking we should have no problem finding one to exchange for different movies along the way and again once we were in Chicago. The reason for my thinking is because the boxes are mostly in McD--who even gave away free rentals with a large drink purchase months ago. Why would I have a hard time?
Joe found us a place to return the movies on our way out of town, but by then Emma had decided to watch one again. No sense in returning it, just to pay another dollar to get it out again. I have the thing until 9pm anyway. When we stopped for lunch about 1.5 hours out of Chicago, I thought for sure we would find a Redbox in that McD. Nope. A very nice lady told me about a location in Pontiac, Ill. We had to drive 2 miles into town and then locate the local market. Whew, more trouble than it should have been.
So, this got me to thinking. For the traveling family Google Map/Mapquest should add the Redbox to their services. If we could have mapped out the locations ahead of time, we would have also had nice places to eat and exchange movies. This is way more fun for the kids than bringing movies from home.
My next random thought is this. Follow along with me. We used the public restroom a LOT while we were on our short vacation. The fancier ones had automatic soap dispensers, water faucets AND towel dispensers or blow dryers. Isn't the purpose of all of this to prevent the spread of disease? Then why do they make me pull the handle on the way out of the RR? Shouldn't it push out so that I can use my clean rearend to exit? You know not everyone washes when they leave those places? The concept would be nice: if everyone washed then you could use the handle without worry about what is on there. But they don't.
Which leads me to this: If there is a line to the ladies room that is 3 dozen people long, and a door desginated for exiting, why would you go out of the IN door?
We did have a nice time. Emma, Kerri L. and I got to Joe's place around dinner time. Thank you Joe for the best pizza/salad dinner. All four of us played games for a while. I like playing against Joe for the fun of trying. Because I know that I will just about always lose. So I opted not to ask to play Scrabble for that reason. Emma picks out a game instead called "My Word". This was worse than Scrabble. Everyone looks at the same cards laid on the table. You have to be quick with your brain and eyes to make words of the cards. (Each card has a letter or two on them.) Joe is quick. Kerri was too. Not a fun game to play while sipping on wine.
Sunday we took an excursion to Sears Tower. It is a fantastic view, with a lot of history to learn. Unfortunately, I was with a 6 year old who did not care to read everything that was on the wall. We looked out from each side of the tower, and played a few rounds of "I Spy"with the city. From there we went to Navy Pier. Emma wanted to return to the Children's Museum. Great. Kerri and I got in for free for being teachers--wish we would have thought to ask that question at SEars Tower. Found out the only reason she wanted to go there was to get her face painted. Too bad they were not doing that this time. Bummer. Ben and Jerry's made up for that.
Time to retire for the day. We got back in time for us to take a quiet time. Ok, that was for us grownups. Emma began what we found out was a 3 hour marathon of "iCarly". What a dumb show. Off to bed.
We really had a great time. We owe all of it to Uncle Joe. Thank you for treating us to dinner, and all of the modes of transportation while visiting. Emma had a great time. James knows what he missed and is working on being able to go next time.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Follow Through...
MAN!! Being a parent is hard work. Satisfiying, but hard. (Maybe more of the satisfying part comes later when they are grownups.)
As an educator for more than a decade (gee, it has almost been 1.5 decades), I know how important it is for you to follow through with your words. If you threaten to make a kid lose his break, then you have to be willing to lose yours too. If you are going to make the kid stay after school then you have to be able to also stay, even if it interfers with something more fun. I know that this is also important in parenting. DAMN.
Sometimes it is also easier to know it than it is to do it. Some threats are fun for me. You know, "...or you'll have to go to bed early," or "...you won't get to go to swim lessons," and my favorite, "...then I will get to eat your dessert." ----What?! You don't like to have two desserts?
But what I am realizing is that my mouth is quicker than my thoughts. Although, I can rationalize my way back to convincing myself that the right decision was reached. Here is the deal: James is going through this control phase--gee, can't imagine who he got that from--where he won't eat dinner, but then wants for something later. And my least favorite is that he will not go to bed. (We have eliminated the nap for the most part, so, we know he is tired. Eh, and we can tell he needs his sleep, but gets enough without the nap.)
The boy will get up anywhere from 3 - 9 times a night. The boy stays up later than I want to some nights. Odd thing is, he is wonderful at daycare and during the day. It is like a switch is flipped once dinner is served. Nothing but Bad News Bears. In frustration the other night, I told him that if he kept this up that I would not be taking him to Chicago with me Saturday. He REALLY wants to go but REALLY will not behave, still. Cry, cry, cry, but no change.
This will be the ultimate in follow throughs. Meghan is going to come over this weekend. Spend some time with Dad, and James. She will babysit James Monday while Kevin is working and Emma and I are in Chicago. He will have to learn that he does not rule the roost. Mom and Dad do.
Kevin and I talked about this at great lengths last night. Neither of us thinks that he deserves to go. Maybe "deserves" is a strong word. The reality is that, if he is willing to act like this with the comfort of routine at our house, how will he act with looser reigns at someone elses house? I don't want to find out. And ultimately, Kevin does not want to hear about it when we come. I know that Kevin was looking forward to having the house to himself for 3 days, but...this is part of fatherhood. Besides, now he gets to spend a bit more "quality" time with Meghan. They both deserve that. (huh.)
So...the plan is to go to either the Aquarium or the Children's Museum on Sunday. I suppose that we could ask Emma for her input. I know Joe does not care. Kerri and I would rather do something very cheap (museum), but without James I will have a couple of extra bucks to spend. (I write this with a bit of saddness.) We will head home on Monday. Originally, we were not in a hurry to come home, but now I need to be back so that Kevin can take Meghan home at a decent time. I am not sure if we will get to do any sight seeing Monday or not. Either case, I will send out pictures when we get back.
CHANGE SUBJECT:
I got the official acceptance letter from my insurance today. Of course it did not give dollar amounts or percentages. I called them. The surgery is 100% covered. Hospital fees. Doctor fees. Hospitalization. Lab work. Everything. The only thing I pay for is the office visits. And of course I will be paying for new bras soon. But if you are looking into giving me an early birthday present, a gift card to Victoria's or hell, even Wal-Mart would be fun.
I go in for a labwork and another OV on Tuesday. The nurse said that Doc will probably be taking a bit more than 4 pounds. That will put me under my WW goal weight. HAha. She also mentioned something about a size....oh, you thought I would tell the world? Not yet. Ask me later, I will probably tell you. Hell, if we are close enough, I may even show you?????????? Right.
Speaking of. I was told to take before and after pictures by a friend who lives out of state. Thinking about it. But boobs....on Shutterfly? I might have a better idea. Wallets? I crack myself up. I would bet this is funnier in my head than it is in written word. Oh well. Keep the laughs coming, I say. If I won't crack myself up, who will?
As an educator for more than a decade (gee, it has almost been 1.5 decades), I know how important it is for you to follow through with your words. If you threaten to make a kid lose his break, then you have to be willing to lose yours too. If you are going to make the kid stay after school then you have to be able to also stay, even if it interfers with something more fun. I know that this is also important in parenting. DAMN.
Sometimes it is also easier to know it than it is to do it. Some threats are fun for me. You know, "...or you'll have to go to bed early," or "...you won't get to go to swim lessons," and my favorite, "...then I will get to eat your dessert." ----What?! You don't like to have two desserts?
But what I am realizing is that my mouth is quicker than my thoughts. Although, I can rationalize my way back to convincing myself that the right decision was reached. Here is the deal: James is going through this control phase--gee, can't imagine who he got that from--where he won't eat dinner, but then wants for something later. And my least favorite is that he will not go to bed. (We have eliminated the nap for the most part, so, we know he is tired. Eh, and we can tell he needs his sleep, but gets enough without the nap.)
The boy will get up anywhere from 3 - 9 times a night. The boy stays up later than I want to some nights. Odd thing is, he is wonderful at daycare and during the day. It is like a switch is flipped once dinner is served. Nothing but Bad News Bears. In frustration the other night, I told him that if he kept this up that I would not be taking him to Chicago with me Saturday. He REALLY wants to go but REALLY will not behave, still. Cry, cry, cry, but no change.
This will be the ultimate in follow throughs. Meghan is going to come over this weekend. Spend some time with Dad, and James. She will babysit James Monday while Kevin is working and Emma and I are in Chicago. He will have to learn that he does not rule the roost. Mom and Dad do.
Kevin and I talked about this at great lengths last night. Neither of us thinks that he deserves to go. Maybe "deserves" is a strong word. The reality is that, if he is willing to act like this with the comfort of routine at our house, how will he act with looser reigns at someone elses house? I don't want to find out. And ultimately, Kevin does not want to hear about it when we come. I know that Kevin was looking forward to having the house to himself for 3 days, but...this is part of fatherhood. Besides, now he gets to spend a bit more "quality" time with Meghan. They both deserve that. (huh.)
So...the plan is to go to either the Aquarium or the Children's Museum on Sunday. I suppose that we could ask Emma for her input. I know Joe does not care. Kerri and I would rather do something very cheap (museum), but without James I will have a couple of extra bucks to spend. (I write this with a bit of saddness.) We will head home on Monday. Originally, we were not in a hurry to come home, but now I need to be back so that Kevin can take Meghan home at a decent time. I am not sure if we will get to do any sight seeing Monday or not. Either case, I will send out pictures when we get back.
CHANGE SUBJECT:
I got the official acceptance letter from my insurance today. Of course it did not give dollar amounts or percentages. I called them. The surgery is 100% covered. Hospital fees. Doctor fees. Hospitalization. Lab work. Everything. The only thing I pay for is the office visits. And of course I will be paying for new bras soon. But if you are looking into giving me an early birthday present, a gift card to Victoria's or hell, even Wal-Mart would be fun.
I go in for a labwork and another OV on Tuesday. The nurse said that Doc will probably be taking a bit more than 4 pounds. That will put me under my WW goal weight. HAha. She also mentioned something about a size....oh, you thought I would tell the world? Not yet. Ask me later, I will probably tell you. Hell, if we are close enough, I may even show you?????????? Right.
Speaking of. I was told to take before and after pictures by a friend who lives out of state. Thinking about it. But boobs....on Shutterfly? I might have a better idea. Wallets? I crack myself up. I would bet this is funnier in my head than it is in written word. Oh well. Keep the laughs coming, I say. If I won't crack myself up, who will?
Friday, July 4, 2008
Busy, busy and busier
So much is going on...sometimes I feel like I can hardly keep my head above water. Kevin took a job as a janitor for the Mehlville School District. He LOVEs it. I think this is the first time in his life that he has a job that he enjoys going to every day. I am so happy for him. It is really cute to hear the stories every night. This has been good for us. The kids get more time with Daddy since he is off on the weekends now. And I have a happy husband. :)
Unfortunately, this means a cut in pay. Not to mentions the drive. Thank goodness for those who are willing to carpool. It also means that I must decrease my income in order to supply the children with health insurance. MAAANN is that stuff expensive. Sorry to say that Christmas will be tight again this year.
It has been like work trying to find ways to scrimp and save. I helped Kevin clean our church today. The kids stayed in a playroom while we worked. This means double the pay, in a sense. I am working every weekend, for now, at WW. Of course our extra-curriculars have come to a screeching halt. All of this is temporary, hopefully. I feel that if we can get through the next school year we will be doing alright. By then my van will be paid off. James' daycare will be eliminated. Hopefully, we will both be getting raises. And if I have to take on tutoring in the evening after the kids go to bed, I will.
This sounds really crazy and could really consume a lot of my time, but....I got a great thrill at grocery shopping today. I went to SaveALot first. Then to WalMart. OMG! The savings was incredible. Who knew? You did, I know. I save almost $2 on Ranch dressing. Humph. And half the cost of fruit, which by the way was not all that bad. I went on and on with Kevin when I got home about all that I had saved. Nerdy to get that thrilled about saving a couple of bucks. ah well, that is me.
I have taken on a sponsor from my Sunday night group. I love it. It helps me too, which is always fun.
Summer school for me is over at the end of this week. WHew. The day after, the kids and I will travel with my friend Kerri L. to Chicago to visit Joe for 3 days. They are getting real excited. James "accidently" got his hair cut like Joe's and is pumped to show him. After crying for a long time, James now claims that he wants his hair cut like this "all of the days."
And the most exciting news, I am approved for my breast reduction surgery. The nurse will be calling me Monday with a definate day. She offered July 9, but that would mess up SS and Chicago visit. I asked about the following week. Hopefully, that is what I will get. ]
We will be calling asking for help with the kids for right after that.
Going to watch the neighborhood fireworks.
Unfortunately, this means a cut in pay. Not to mentions the drive. Thank goodness for those who are willing to carpool. It also means that I must decrease my income in order to supply the children with health insurance. MAAANN is that stuff expensive. Sorry to say that Christmas will be tight again this year.
It has been like work trying to find ways to scrimp and save. I helped Kevin clean our church today. The kids stayed in a playroom while we worked. This means double the pay, in a sense. I am working every weekend, for now, at WW. Of course our extra-curriculars have come to a screeching halt. All of this is temporary, hopefully. I feel that if we can get through the next school year we will be doing alright. By then my van will be paid off. James' daycare will be eliminated. Hopefully, we will both be getting raises. And if I have to take on tutoring in the evening after the kids go to bed, I will.
This sounds really crazy and could really consume a lot of my time, but....I got a great thrill at grocery shopping today. I went to SaveALot first. Then to WalMart. OMG! The savings was incredible. Who knew? You did, I know. I save almost $2 on Ranch dressing. Humph. And half the cost of fruit, which by the way was not all that bad. I went on and on with Kevin when I got home about all that I had saved. Nerdy to get that thrilled about saving a couple of bucks. ah well, that is me.
I have taken on a sponsor from my Sunday night group. I love it. It helps me too, which is always fun.
Summer school for me is over at the end of this week. WHew. The day after, the kids and I will travel with my friend Kerri L. to Chicago to visit Joe for 3 days. They are getting real excited. James "accidently" got his hair cut like Joe's and is pumped to show him. After crying for a long time, James now claims that he wants his hair cut like this "all of the days."
And the most exciting news, I am approved for my breast reduction surgery. The nurse will be calling me Monday with a definate day. She offered July 9, but that would mess up SS and Chicago visit. I asked about the following week. Hopefully, that is what I will get. ]
We will be calling asking for help with the kids for right after that.
Going to watch the neighborhood fireworks.
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