An Obvious Optimist

In the last post I commented about how since Masen wasn't home, maybe she wouldn't get the Ralphs. Oh, so foolish am I. Tuesday she had a ball game (with her school) at 3:30 and then games and pics at Boys/Girls Club at 5:00 that night. We left her 1st game and, yes, as sad as it is, we changed clothes in the parking lot of the B/G Club, (here's hoping there are no security cameras) then went in to round up her team for pictures. Masen said Mom I need to go to the bathroom, come with me. She then pushed open the stall door and "let 'er fly". Poor baby. She urped everywhere. The funny thing, she scattered little girls like Hannah Montana herself had shown up in the lobby. They squealed and ran! I know my baby does not find this funny, but hey, as a Mom, you find humor where you can get it, especially during barf season.

Sir Barfsalot rides again

Dillon spent the night with Mammy friday. Sometime around 5:00 am, we got a call that he wanted to come home. He then spent the next 8 hours throwing his guts up. Macy had spent the night at Erin's so hopefully she can avoid the nasty little virus. Dillon was so brave. He never whimpered or whined, he just barfed, then went back to the couch. The only thing he even asked for was a cold rag for his head. He was much better yesterday and even rode his motorcycle for awhile. We'll call him the Comeback Kid.

(Side note to Sherrie....this time it was chili instead of hot dogs!) EEEEWWWWWWW

Late nights

Last night Masen had a ball game at 8:30. So after leaving work at 4:30 (yes, two hours late) we went home, ate some dinner and headed back to town. Chris and Dillon stayed home because Dillon missing his bedtime is NOT a pretty sight and we didn't want to cause the first grade teacher any extra stress. Poor Masen, she got into bed around 10:00 pm. Personally, I campaign against these late games. These kids are 9-10 yrs old, that late on a week night is too much. But...since I am coaching, there I was. Speaking of coaching, I have the greatest group of girls and parents. That is a tough combination to get!! I can truly say that not one of these girls grates on my last nerve like some have in the past. They are all well mannered and good sports. Kudos to my parents. You have done something which becomes more rare each day...raised a respectful child and as a volunteer for this job...THANK YOU!

OklaFreezingHoma

Its cold. Thats just all there is to say about it. Its cold. I want to move to Tahiti or Barbados or someplace where its 80 degrees. I am usually not whiny about cold weather, I leave that job to my husband, but today, blah. My daughter said "It needs to snow, or it needs to get warm." I think I agree!

2008

This year my daughter will turn 10, my son 7. This year I will have been married for 15 years! This year I will have been out of high school for 20 years. Time passes too quickly. Surely it hasn't been 20 years since high school?! Yesterday my daughter asked me what "parachute pants" were. HA HA. Let me get you some pictures baby girl! Was there anything cooler than Bon Jovi and Slippery When Wet?

Am I old???

Everybody hide.

I am in a BAD mood today. No good reason as to why. I just feel like being a crab. Ugh.

Stealing my heart again.

My sister's brother-in-law (did you get that?) is very very ill and in the hospital in OKC. To be quite brutal about it, he probably won't come out of ICU. BUT, he has overcome alot of odds that were against him and is hanging in. I've talked to Jeannie several times over the past week or so about him and never realized how much my kids were taking in until last night. Dillon and I were driving to Tractor Supply and I was talking to my sis on the phone about the brother-in-law. When I hung up Dillon said, "Mom, I've been praying for that man." When I asked him "What man?", he said, "That one you talk to Aunt Bean about."

My six year old took it upon himself to pray for a man he'd overheard conversations about. I was completely blown away. What an amazing little person he is.

And so it begins....

Its basketball time at the Boys and Girls Club. Masen plays on Tuesdays and Fridays and Dillon plays on Mondays and Thursdays! OF COURSE! When you add dance, guitar, and school activities in, I am not sure where I'll be when. So, if you see me looking a little dazed and confused, just point me in the right direction, because there is no way I'll remember what my schedule is for the next couple of months. Oh, and did I mention that the office wants me to work more hours for a while to help with some upcoming trials?

P.S. The girls team I am coaching won our first game! YEE HAW!

Girls Night Out

Thursday nights are "girls" night. Macy has a 1 hr and 15 minute break between jazz and ballet, so we go have dinner together, just the two of us. Last night as we sat waiting on our food, she looks over at me, wrinkles her pretty little nose, and says with much disgust, "Mama, Tony keeps winking at me!" I almost spit tea all over the table. The look on her face and the absolute disdain in her voice cracked me up. Her body language said it all..."Dude has lost his ever-lovin' mind!"

Beauty and brains, she's quite a combination!

Murphys Law

So, I have been whining on here about being sick, but let me give you some idea of why I HATE to try to see a doctor. Right after New Years, I began running a high fever and feeling like sh*!. So, I decided to go to the walk in clinic. However, one of the ladies I work with told me her husband was there and it was full. He had been waiting several hours. I then called the Choctaw Nation Clinic and was told, "Sure, we are taking walk ins today". I drove out there, signed in and sat. One hour and thirty minutes later the lady at the front desk informed all walk ins that the staff had decided to take lunch (apparently together) and would not be seeing patients for at least another 45 minutes to an hour. I took that as my opportunity to LEAVE. I felt so bad, I was crying. Later that night I ended up in the ER. Now, fast forward to yesterday. I have been sick to my stomach since Dec. 24th. I'll spare you details. Finally on Monday, I'd had enough and called the McAlester Clinic. The ONLY doctor who could see me before February 1st was Dr. Cotton. I said, hey, I'll take it. I just wanted some relief. My appt was at 1:30 so I left here and got to clinic around 1:20. I stood in line and paid my co-pay then got in the next line to “register”. While I was in that line, I watched people disregard the line all together and “cut” in front of those of us following the rules. It got to the point where I confronted a lady who promptly told me where to go. Anyway, I finally get to “register” and head upstairs where I was informed, not very nicely, that my appointment had been set for 1:30 and it was now 1:47 and the doctor would not see me. Seems he has a 15 minute policy. I WAS DOWNSTAIRS IN THEIR MANDATED LINES!

To say I had a negative reaction really doesn't sum it up, but for length and censorship reasons, I'll leave it at that.

Whats up Doc?

I have been sick since Christmas Eve. Today I am going to the doctor. Wish me luck.

Free and Easy

Yesterday was one of those days when all is right in my world. (ok, except for this virus which has decided to move in and set up house in me) The weather was great and we spent alot of time outside. Macy was on her horse loping across the pasture and Dillon was on his new dirt bike practicing his motocross skills. Both of my kids were fulfilling their "need for speed" in their own way. Macy looks so graceful and beautiful and care free when she is on Appy. She rides him to one end of the pasture, turns, then yee haw, she sinks spur and away they go, all that wild hair blowing every which way and grinning from ear to ear. This is her "thing". She saw a t-shirt that said "I'd rather be at the stall than at the mall", she wants it. Dillon has a brand new Honda CRF50 dirtbike. I have ten new gray hairs. Riding it in the pasture is a taste of freedom and independance that he hasn't really had before. We told him, Go...go ride where you want to. His little eyes just twinkled and off he went, leaving me and Chris to sit and watch and worry. Thats our job, right? Helping them create their own paths? Ouch. The glorious pain of parenthood strikes again.

happy Blah year

I have been sick, whining, crying, help-me-now sick. I have the blown vein on the back of my hand to prove it. (attempted I.V.) I have no idea what I have had, but it can move on now, I've had enough.

We are going tomorrow to look at dirt bikes for Dillon. One of the deacons from our congregation saw me looking at them here in town and asked, "You buying one of these for that boy?" I replied, "Nope, what I am buying is a trip to the ER." I'll keep you posted.