Titles for the day...

Tiny didn't get the memo (hello sunrise!).
Why Handy Manny?!
You wanna do WHAT to my spine?
Anxiety in a needle.
Fix up the car, fix up the mama.
New tires or a vacation in Hawaii?
Who took away my Sunday afternoon nap?
Jacuzzi jets- watch out, they spit!
Pillaging Daddy D.O.'s house, quite the rush!
Time was far spent ; (
Didn't miss a NabloPoMo day- I haven't gone to bed yet! So there.

And my favorite:
Dear Sunday afternoon nap, where the hell were you??

Sad...

Another hurricane is headed for the wounded New Orleans coastline and I was stuck in the Cincinnati airport yesterday for 5 hours with nothing to do but check the news and watch the weather channel. Between the presidential conventions, the hurricane, and soldiers returning home from Iraq (at the airport!)...I was an absolute wreck! I wrote my thoughts down anyway.

My heart is hurting for the gulf coast right now. My mind is swirling with the future of the United States and our ever so trusting government...and then about five minutes ago I witnessed a young mother and her little girl welcome daddy home from Iraq--someone they haven't seen since December! I cried and desperately tried to get the words "welcome home" out of my chest...but I failed miserably. I'm just an emotional wreck right now.

I've got a lot to be grateful for and counting my blessings only makes me feel even more like crying. I have a good family. I have a good job. I have a bright future with my husband. I have a roof over my head, two cars in our driveway, a checking and savings account at the bank, great schools for my children, new clothes in my closet...and that's only the material part of my life. I know how truly blessed I am in many other ways!
My life is truly BLESSED.

And yet I sit here...
and I cry.
And my heart breaks.
And I relive the worst moments of my life.
Because it's happening again.

only this time I'm not there to help.

July 10th is a great BIRTH DAY

Just Me changed her password sometime over the past six months...

so I was unable to hack into her blog! Why would she do that?

She's in labor right now. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers. It looks like c-section might be next on the agenda for her little man.

I love you JM and can't wait to meet that baby boy!! xxoo

***Update***

baby was born this morning! C-section. I'll write more when I have more details. for now I'm just throwing myself a pity party that I don't get to be there...

Kicked my TRASH

The perk of joining a gym? You get a personal trainer for a month. The drawback of joining a gym? You get a personal trainer for a month! And if you are 4 minutes late for your first appointment he'll say, "little miss, you're gonna get your trash kicked"!

and guess what? It was garbage day.

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On the plane ride home (more on that another time) I contemplated my life. Mainly accountability...over the past 6 months I have employed others to keep me accountable for my own responsibilities. Seriously.

• house cleaner: every other week (keeps me on track w/ putting things away, doing laundry, and picking up after the kids and myselft)
• organizer: every other week (keeps me on track w/ eliminating clutter, keeping my house in order and tidy)
• trainer: to kick my ass and tone my muscles
• exercising: membership at The Gym so I can be active and healthy

So let me get this straight:

In order to have a home that is clean and organized and a body that is tone and healthy I have to PAY.OTHER.PEOPLE?? Somehow my accountability in this life is seriously codependent!

*and yet I can't do it on my own- I'll always need a mentor (or a muse)!

Sick...very, very sick.

I have three little petri dishes that go to school every day, (ballet, gymnastics, t-ball, and whatever else they can expose themselves to), and then harbor and grow a cocktail of germs and illnesses just waiting to be compounded by one another and then shared with us.

Strep has been confirmed. Enfluenza has been confirmed. Insomnia is at it's best.

N8 has come home early from work twice now (he doesn't take sick days so you know it's bad!) Tiny has missed school all week, Sweetie will have to miss her long awaited Dr. Suess and Pajama Day at school tomorrow, and I will continue to wear my pajama-of-the-week outfit, stained with antibiotics, Motrin, and cough syrup. Oh- and snot, don't forget the snot.

Strep Happens.
Medication Happens.

Enfluenza Happens.

For Everything else, there's the FINGER.

Ohh How Approriate!!

I'm not sure where to start or which part of the story would be the most entertaining...hmmm
Perhaps I'll give a brief "Cliff's Notes" and go from there.

• Wednesday was a busy, busy day
• Tiny went back to preschool, Mary and I celebrated with pedicures!
• cooked a yummy, yummy dinner (no really, it's true!)
• cleaned the house (and interviewed someone to help me every other week!)
• visited with friends until midnight
• crashed right away
• Tiny came into our room at 3 o'clock in the morning demanding a drink of water
• we refused to get up, so she began to puke...it was LOVELY
• (she really was sick, yes I do feel a bit guilty)
• I was up with her the rest of the night, bathing and puking, rinsing and wiping, then repeat
• I went downstairs to fetch a barf bucket.
• slipped on my pajama bottoms
• caught myself on the banister and let my toes curl under
• and I broke my middle toe!
• MY TINY LITTLE MIDDLE TOE.
• Not worth a damn thing unless it's BROKEN!

• then it's worth ALL kinds of things!! Like walking up and down the stairs, walking to the bus stop, putting on shoes, driving the car (right foot, of course!), standing in the shower, standing to teach Sunday school, sleeping comfortably, getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, having (or NOT having) sex, getting stomped on by little feet or paws throughout the course of a day, going out to dinner with the family and having to walk across the parking lot and then in between tables all squished together, pedicures, shopping or merely browsing through my Happy Place-Target, playing footsie, chasing after the damn dog when she decides to bolt out the front door, rescuing Tiny when she gets stuck between her bed and the wall (a common occurrence), running to catch the phone...

• And let me just tell you this much: IT SUCKS.

*this was the morning after--and now, three days later, the bruising is OH sooo PRETTY! I'll have to upload some more pics, but that would require walking into the other room to retrieve the camera...and well, I'm just not willing to do that at this point in time!

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UPDATE: (yes, more pictures! this is the only therapy I get!)

*the awful stairs at 3 o'clock in the morning!