Heelllloooo. Heeelllllloooo.

Anyone out there? No? That's okay. I just need to sit here and babble a bit anyway. Don't mind me.

All is well here. I just can't believe how time is flying by...I'm working like crazy. Trying to keep up with the kids and their school stuff. Trying to dodge most of the other motherly duties that exist in life. Definitely dodging most of the home duties that I can, although I did the dishes last night because my husband was starting to get that look. The look that he gives me that asks, "What exactly do you do here?"

In my defense--I'm working my tail off to make us some extra dough at work which entails me taking all forms of crap from people. Where I have to stay as sweet and patient as I can without losing my mind.

So, my girl, Faith, is in a wedding this week. Climax, please! For the stress that I'm feeling over this week, you would think that I'm planning the wedding. Which I'm not! I'm basically just handing my girl over. Which is rather painless but I feel like I'm missing out on some of the fun. That would be the selfish part of me that wants to experience these cool things too. But, my girl is the lucky one there. I'm happy for her though--she is so excited. She has made a book about it. She has been journaling her thoughts about it. I'm probably pretty screwed actually--she is about to see a wedding firsthand at the age of seven. I'm thinking that I will be doing up one of these fancy-dancy weddings someday. I'm thinking that she will not fly away to an island and get hitched like her mother did oh-so-many years ago.

Actually, not that many years ago, our anniversary was October 11th. We've been married now eight years. That day came and went. No cards. No fanfare. Faith and I actually went to the wedding shower of the beautiful upcoming-bride. It was fun. My girl and I went together--it was sweet.

So, to make up for our together-less anniversary, we took a week off together this month. My husband and I. It was great. But, unfortunately, we worked so hard at home projects like painting, cleaning, moving crap around that I needed all of last week to recover from our week off which has now gotten me so far behind at work that I'm feeling depressed; hence, I can't stop babbling here. It's really a very sad, sad predicament that I've gotten myself into here. [sigh]

Well, if I can just get through this week, I'll be alright. So, I'm going to make a list.

1. Take my contacts out. They've been in over a day now and my eyes are tired.
2. Stay up all night and finish the work that I brought home.
3. Work all day tomorrow since I'm out Wednesday.
4. Think about being hostess for my sister and her daughter who are coming into town.
5. Make my husband be host for my sister and her daughter.
6. Buy a dress to wear for Wednesday's wedding.
7. Get my hair done on Wednesday.

And, if I can do all of this without getting sick again--I'll be good.

For the one or two of you that come here occasionally, how are you?

:)

I can't believe that the summer is almost over...

 
What is absolutely amazing about this cherry tomato plant is how it is taller than me.

How I didn't buy the plant along with the four or five plants that have performed less-than-stellar this year.

How it grew from the seeds in the ground where I basically kept my tomato scraps from last year. Now that's organic! And, it's the strongest out of the whole bunch.

I love me some cherry tomatoes!

Happy Belated Birthday, Faith.

 
My dear Girl, I'm running a little late wishing you a happy birthday here.

I can't believe that you are now seven. Wow!

All that I can think to write or say is how sweet that you are.

And, how lucky and blessed that I am to have you in my life.

I love you, Faith.

Daddy and Faith

 
We went to church (finally) to see my brother-in-law and his wife renew their vows after twenty-five years of marriage.

Pretty sweet.

Bee having his way with flower.

 

Next To "It's A Small World",

 
The Teacups is a definite Disney staple.

Photo emailed from Dad; taken by my sister.

It was so worth opening those fifty pics for this one, for sure!

haha

The Fam At Cracker Barrel

 
My sister, Michelle, and her daughter, Brooklyn. Along with the rest of my peeps.

Don't you just love my husband's cute handbag? haha

Pic taken by my Dad.

We love Skee-Ball!

 

Florida Vacay 2009

 
Faith, Elijah, and my niece, Brooklyn.

Taking a quick pic before going into Disney World.

 

Keeping It Cool.

 

Major Splurge Splash of 2009

 
I swear if I don't get two to three years of use out of this monstrosity, I will be pissed!

But, I have to completely admit--so far, it's been a great investment.

Investment. Bribe. Guilty pleasure. Whatever.

To see the kids have such a great time has been such a great trade-off so I'm really glad for it. Unfortunately for me though, Faith was right away trying to plan her birthday party. Unfortunately for her, I had to remind her that she wasn't having a party this year.

[You see, I'm trying to start a new trend...I'm trying to cut the damn umbilical cord of every-year-a-birthday-party. It's absurd to me.]

Although putting away all this fun at the end of a day is never fun for me...


It's worth it.

 

 
We have daisies this year.

Pre-Emergency Room

 
This picture was from last weekend.

Fast forward to the end of the week. Fevers, ear infection, and folded over in belly pain.

No choice.

Almost fourteen hours in the emergency room.

Very quickly, it was ruled that the poop had backed up into the boy.

The fevers were probably from the double-ear infections.

However, since we have insurance and the doctors have time on their hands, my boy received a complete and thorough examine.

I was thankful for the enema to get things moving down there.

Of course, it took five doctors and a sonogram to rule out appendicitis which I didn't think was the case either.

The IV wasn't fun but very tearful for the both of us.

The CT scan seemed a bit over the top for me. But, it's good to have ruled out every other possible scary thing in the world.

So, we are back home. Almost caught on all the sleep lost. I can't really complain about how Elijah did with it all since it is the emergency room that we are talking about here.

The best thing that has come out of it all is, of course, THE POOP.

And, now, I really have something to hold over the poor kid's head so that maybe I will be able to get him to eat some fruits and vegetables every once in awhile.

Truly, though, seeing his smiles this weekend after that very rough day is the absolute best. Thank the Lord!

 

 

About To Say Something, I'm sure.