The one where we spend alot of time at the hospital and Mike thinks he's funny.

Hola! For those of you who don't watch Dora the Explorer, that's "hello" in Spanish. See how coming here is totally educational? New languages, new words for the old language, zombie apocalypse survival strategies, it's like one stop shopping only for blog reading. And I'm hoping it's totally making up for my sporadic blog posting of late.

This week has been mostly spent (or at least it feels like it) at the hospital with Lu while she gets her infusions. Monday we had to see the doctor first and it took forever. Her platelets had dropped 33,000 points over the weekend leaving her again at 22,000. Good thing we'd already scheduled the IVIG. They decided to spread it out so that she may not have such a bad reaction this time. So the first day took 4 hours. It's not so bad for Lu, they give her a huge dose of Benadryl and Tylenol to help combat any reaction and once she's hooked up she pretty much passes out for the rest of the time. Seriously, even the blood pressure cuff taking her BP every half hour doesn't wake her up. But Luke and I are here just basically watching her sleep. I finally thought about bringing the laptop yesterday but I forgot the plug and it was dead. This time I was better prepared! So far so good reaction wise. Other than fatigue (even with a 3 hour nap every day) she's had no other side effects. She looks really pale today though, but I've got my fingers crossed she stays okay. The receptionist, the nurses, everyone now knows Molly by name. They're all extremely nice and caring. And we've met some wonderful people who are in here having treatments too. Most of them are elderly so they are very curious about a young girl and what her ailment might be.

Sean is doing well. He called last night from the hotel in Virginia again. They left Jamboree yesterday and began their whirlwind DC tour. He sounds exhausted. I asked if he was still Jewish and he said he might be. Lol! He said one of the oddest things from the day was how a homeless man stole food from one of the scouts in Union Station. Apparently it was Taco Bell on a tray the boy was holding and the homeless man walked up and grabbed it and mumbled something and ran off. I said it's probably good karma to let bums steal your food. And he probably mumbled "thanks, dude". He's having a good time but he sounds ready to come home.

So apparently since Mike's accident he thinks he's developed a real funny streak. Some illustrations~

Me: (on a Sunday night when once again he's asking if I want to go to the bar) No. I'm not going anywhere. I had to go to town every flippin day this last week. I'm being a hermit today. I don't want to deal with people. Did I tell you how much I don't like people sometimes?

Mike: Yes. You made your opinion known. Loudly. Yesterday. While you were throwing groceries at me.

Me: Good. But I was not throwing groceries. I might have been slamming them around, but I was not throwing. I wouldn't want to dent cans or smoosh bread.

That same night, our air conditioner froze up and we had to shut it off so it could defrost. I'm so not good with heat. We found a fan and set it up to blow directly on my side of the bed.

Me: I'm sorry I'm going to be hogging all the fan.

Mike: It's okay. I'm considering sleeping on the couch.

Me: Why??

Mike: Because I'm afraid I'll roll over in the night and accidentally touch you and you'll yell "don't touch me...it's hot" and I'll lose an appendage.

Me: Wow. You really do know me well.

Pretty sure I like this more snarkastic side of him. Pretty sure I still need to move north to avoid the heat. *note to self* Write Blockbuster Bestseller sooner rather then later.

Hope you all are having a good week!
♥Spot

PS- hamletsmistress- took your advice, upped the calories, five pounds fell off! Score! Thanks mucho!

The one where people like me (doesn't everyone?)

So it's time for another awards session. Once again, I've been saving them up. And once again, I've totally forgotten where one of them came from. Yes, yes I am sadly lacking in organizational skills. This fact is evidenced by my desk. It was full of odd scraps of paper, purple post-it notes, and old mail that I had written a ton of notes on. And I'm sure to the average person it just looked like a mess. But there was order to my chaos, a method to my madness. I knew where all the notes I needed were. I planned on transcribing them into a notebook. But I knew them chronologically. Much like an archaeologist can tell what particular time period a dig site is by the layering of artifacts, I knew which phone call the notes came from by the way they were stacked. And then...Lu cleaned. And she gathered everything into a pile and set it to the side. Thus destroying my means of deciphering said notes. *sighs*

Really, that has nothing to do with these awards, but it does illustrate the fact that I am less than optimally organized. Which explains why I received one of these awards, but have no idea who bestowed it upon me or what the requirements for passing it on are. Blame my writer's brain. It's lost in my current novel, the new story I'm writing, and filing a new novel idea. So I'm not really all here. So without further ado~



This beautiful award was given to me months ago by Dorvader over at The Dork Side. Thank you sweetie! I enjoy her blog very much, because it's silly and real and the girl is talented at so many things!! She doesn't always get to blog regularly as the homework troll trips her up, but you should definitely check her our. The rules are that I have to list 6 things I'm a master at and then pass the prize to six other bloggers. Here goes:

1. I am a master of procrastination. For real. I can procrastinate with the best of them even if the task is something I really want to do! I'm not sure why I procrastinate so much, but I'm quite sure that the Internet is my master procrastination tool.

2. Cooking. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'm an awesome cook. I refuse to be modest about it. I love to cook and I love to feed people. The best times are when our huge old table (seats 8 comfortably, 14 is a squeeze but can be done) is full of family and friends.

3. Snarkasm. I am a master of the snarkasm. Yes, I did just make up that word. Actually I made it up yesterday and I really like it. It's being snarky and sarcastic at the same time. You can be snarky without being sarcastic, and sarcastic without being snarky, but when you combine the two it's definitely snarkasm. Which lends itself to being snarkastic. I'm pretty sure it will catch on, much as "that stripper is off her pole!" has. I think that the Webster's people should start paying me for making up new words.

4. I am a master klutz. If there's a way to twist your ankle while walking along a perfectly clear flat surface, I will find it. I'm always covered in bruises that I don't know how I got. I frequently walk into walls, furniture and once or twice parked cars. If there's a way to injure yourself while doing something, I'll do it. I cannot cook without burning myself at least once per meal. Seriously, I'm a danger to myself and others.

5. Rescuing cats. In fact, we now have 8 cats residing with us. All but two were rescues. And those two were the babies of two of the rescues. Seriously, it's like there's a neon sign over my head that reads "Cats- need a home? Apply here". I cannot turn them down. Six of them are healthy, happy and loving living here. One hates all the others and is currently waiting on a transfer to a new home. Another is old and grumpy and doesn't really like anyone but Sean anymore. I caught him (grumpy cat, not Sean) stepping on one of the other cat's tails on purpose. He was verbally reprimanded.

6. Being a mom. Really, I feel I've done (am still doing) a good job here. Everyone is about to start college and they have plans and goals. None of them are drug addicts or alcoholics. People think they are mature, compassionate, contributing members of society so I must have done something right. Even though there were days I was positive I was ruining their lives and Lu was going to have eight kids with different fathers (one baby that only spoke spanish) and work in a gas station. I figured Sean would call me from prison on Mother's Day to tell me how it was all my fault. But it looks like I was just paranoid. Whew! That is a relief!!

Oh my...this is already a long post. I'm going to pass this off to six others real quick. And I'm giving it to these six because they never fail to comment my blog. So I guess it's kind of like an attendance award. The kid's friend Tyler ended up getting an award yesterday at graduation for perfect attendance all four years. He never missed a day of school. He was also the valedictorian. Fitting, huh?

1. Kenzie (my adopted little sister) over at The Unabridged Girl. She's a very talented writer, both of her blog and of fiction.

2. Suzicate of The Water Witch's Daughter. Suzi is a very talented memoirist and poet. Seriously, she rocks.

3. Jimmy of Jimmy's Opinion. He's a newer friend, but he never misses a blog or fails to comment. His blog is always honest and heartwarming.

4. Peg of Square Peg In A Round Hole. Peg also shares some amazing family stories. She & Suzi are sisters and the interplay between them is sweet.

5. Heather of Welch Happenings. Heather is one of the nicest people I know. And you never know what you'll find on her blog. Pictures, helpful blogger tidbits, things around the house, stories about her furbabies or the wonderful deals she's found.

6. Angelia of Living Loving Laughing. Her blogs are very often inspiring. Reminding us to be better people.

If you didn't get the award this time...relax!! I have four more of these to do. For real. And here's the one I can't remember... If you gave me this doozie, please speak up so you can get the credit and do tell what the rules are! Sorry to be such a brain frizzle!!



<---This one really suits me, no?

Thanks! Happy Monday y'all,
♥Spot