* My mom is here, and by "here", I mean she's HERE. She's been helping me in so many ways. She helped me clean out the garage the other day. Her job? To listen as I babbled about my plans, and how far I'd gotten, and how maybe I should put the kids stuff in this bay or else keep the trash in the other bay and the bbq behind it or switch those two things around. On Tuesday, when she saw how nervous I was to go to the dentist, she offered to go with me. I turned 38 last week, and I seriously considered having my mommy come with me to the dentist. I was brave and went it alone. No cavities and very healthy gums, I'll have you know.
* One cool thing that happened at the dentist office was this: When I went and sat in the chair, they were playing a lovely mix of music including Josh Groban and some lovely instrumental stuff. As they were cleaning my teeth, I was starting to hyperventilate, for admittedly no reason because that's what I do, so I suddenly started praying. I have to admit it's not my first go-to coping mechanism, since I usually try to pull myself through these situations foolishly on my own. But I started to pray, and immediately felt my entire body relax. And as soon as I finished my prayer, the music switched to Sarah McLachlan's Angel. I couldn't help but tear up and say thank you to God and my dad for bringing me peace.
* Boodle had her birthday party last Saturday. It was an easy party plan, to have about 12 kids over to play laser tag and network gaming through a company that brings a mobile truck to your house. I was telling my mom how I am usually more stressed out before the party starts, and I was surprised I wasn't more frantic. Hahahahahahahaha. Yeah, really stupid of me to vocalize that thought. Twenty minutes before the truck was supposed to show up, they called and said their generator broke down, so we couldn't do the indoor, air conditioned gaming portion, only laser tag. Outdoor laser tag. In Texas. At 4pm. On a 100 degree day. Luckily, 9 year olds simply don't care what they do at a party as long as it involves copious noise and blue icing that stains their braces.
* The girls are in cheerleading camp this week. Cheerleading camp. I don't want to offend any hard core cheerleaders out there, but I'm praying this interest wanes very soon. So far, the emphasis has been on the field trip portions of camp, not on the proper use of spirit fingers.
* I innocently went to the dermatologist yesterday to get a body check, having never done this before, and a frozen nose and one excised mole later, I wandered dazedly out of the office. Apparently, I'm very mole-y and have taken terrible care of my skin. Yes, but tell me what you REALLY think, doc. Sheesh. Luckily, before he zapped my nose, he asked if I had any big parties to attend the next several days, because the spot he froze would scab over and then fall off. Lovely. Luckily, the governor's ball is not for another 5 months. And I'm not invited. However, I AM wearing sunscreen under my makeup today, and plan to TRY and wear it all over from now until forever.
* My diet challenge with The Man is going to end in spectacular failure in two weeks. I'm calling it right now. I STILL have two pounds to lose, and I don't think I'm going to get there by July 1st. Okay, I'm going to steal The Man's thunder and go ahead and post my bathing suit picture here and take the pressure off myself for the next two weeks. Here I am, in all my disgusting glory:
I KNOW. It's shocking and I'm so embarrassed for you to see me this way. But look! At least I've got my sunscreen with me!
* Lastly, I'm sad to report the passing of Phineas the fish. His life was short lived, and his death was helped along by strong currents in his tank that proved too much for a fish that really just likes to sit on the bottom and look dead 24 hours a day. I'm sorry Phineas. Farewell my friend. We hardly knew ya.
Okay, I'm done. Thank you for reading, sorry for the long post, and if I don't write again for another week, I'm going to try a new feature on my blog called Tome Tuesday.
4 of you HAD to say...:
Wow, sounds like you've been busy. Good for you. I can't believe the generator went on that laser tag. Wait a second, you had laser tag at her party? That's awesome. Wish I was there. I would've whupped all those nine year old.
Yay for Mom. I still call my mom when I feel sick. There's jsut someting about her voice that makes me feel better.
And RIP Phineas. You had a good life.
My favourite kind of post...lots of stuff, you never get bored. TFS!
Hope your face is okay. Ouch.
These are my favorite kind of posts too, but I want to comment on everything! I'll give you the Reader's Digest Condensed version which will still be incredibly long, but that's your own fault.
Way to go, MOM!
Sniff, sniff - That is why I agree that people need to discover their personal relationship with God themselves. You can't vocalize what He does for you to non-believers without sounding like you are deluding yourself.
Sounds like the perfect birthday for Boodle.
Which fingers?
Dermatologists - next time you'll walk out without being able to express yourself because somehow they've snuck in a Botox session.
Nice bikini, but you are right - you are well on your way to getting skin cancer.
Phineas lived several long lives. Think about it: from his viewpoint everything he learned reset in 2 minutes, so he lived several lifetimes very happily. RIP
Loved this post! I, too, have about 30 posts going on in my head. Never thought to put them all together!
Sorry to hear about your face. Have been there. Seems all the years my mom told me to "go play outside" didn't involve use of sunscreen.
Don't worry about those last two pounds. One can hardly see them. Your bathing suit does a great job of hiding the extra lbs.
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