Be careful what you wish for. I'm not sure, but I think I just saw an armadillo floating down the middle of my street. We really need all of this rain, but does it have to come all at once? I was driving into work this morning, and it was really coming down hard. And sideways. About halfway there, it let up, and then all together stopped. This was most excellent because I had left my umbrella at home (shut it). I got through the guard gate, and the coast was still clear. I hopped out of my car and beat feet to the bus stop (I have to be bussed into my building as they do not allow civilian cars past a certain point). I got no more than 20 steps and the sky opened up (cats and dogs!) and by the time I got to the bus stop I was drenched. And my shoes were squeaking. Where is "Noah" when you need him? Yeah, really good way to start the day off.

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There is a security guard at my husband's work who is retiring and they had a luncheon for her. For whatever reasons, I had a burst of energy (I'm not complaining) and stopped off at the grocery store to pick up the supplies I needed. My husband had signed me up for tortilla rolls, but I decided to make more. There is nothing that says "yo woman, I want what you be smokin" than volunteering to bring more than you were asked. On a work day. When you have FIVE kids at your house (two of your own, and two that are spending the night, one that is here for the fried bologna sandwiches for dinner). That reminds me, I've got a really cool way to make those sandwiches in the oven. My children and their friends now worship the ground that I walk on but they still won't wash my feet.

Besides the tortilla rolls, I made Yummys (little sausages wrapped in bacon, covered with brown sugar and baked) and a little dessert plate. My friend who is a caterer gave me the recipe for the Yummys, and gave me the idea for the dessert plate. If you ask nicely, I'll write a post that contains the secret recipes, because people, you won't believe it if I tell you.

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Tomorrow morning is the big "D." The DOCTOR'S appointment. I would LOVE to be able to tell you that I'm perfectly fine with it but I can't. The exam (for my Dad's sake, since he reads this blog, I'll call it "The Woman's Yearly"), in and of itself, while nothing to write home about is no big deal. It's the results that I'm worried about. I can't get it out of my head that my butt will end up right back in the hospital, and I'll be facing surgery AGAIN, and, and....can you say "backing the hearse up to the door?" Shoot, I knew you could. And then there is that whole possible depression thing, the lack of focus, the inability to sleep at night, the insatiable urge to pick a fight, or complain about every living thing from here to Texas. And you internets? I can't tell you how much I heart you because you said that perhaps, you know, it might be hormonally related. You give me some hope. Maybe I'm not completely losing it after all. I just want my old self back.

I'll try to update tomorrow when I get back. In the meantime, just keep me in your thoughts, and leave words of encouragement here. Believe it or not, it really helps to know you are all on my side.

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I’ll leave you with one question. How can anyone be sad, when their youngest child gets home from Cheerleading/Gymnastics practice, running full speed right into your arms and announces:

“Mom, I can do a back walkover now! No spotter!”

I just wish you could have seen her face.