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Day 6: This Too Shall Pass January 29, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — Corey @ 4:38 pm
I think it hilarious that I am no longer greeted with the standard “hey, how are ya?” right now, rather a “hey, has Tony passed his stone yet??” – it doesn’t bother me when family asks, but it did sit really strange with me when a older man that I really don’t know from church asked me….. Ummm, no, and who are you again??

Poor thing has been miserable all week…..I think he has drank enough liquid to float an entire fleet of boats….and yet…he waits, and thus, we all do….

Josh got sick this weekend, so it seems all my men are either snotty and coughing or in pain…poor fellows.
An up side to it all………………………….my Colts are going to the SuperBowl this Sunday…. did I mention the Colts are going to play in the SuperBowl THIS Sunday????
Just in case you missed it – a recap of events:
Tony Vs. Stone Tony-1 Stone-10
Josh Vs. Cold Josh-0 Cold-5
Colt Vs. Bears To be determined SUNDAY!!!!!
(Tony – you know I still love ya babe!!!)
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Ode to women everywhere…… January 26, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — Corey @ 2:56 pm

This is by far one of the funniest things I have ever read. I think my sides split open from laughter. Only woman who have had this done can fully understand the reality of this.

So to all women, past, present and future that have had a mammogram – This is to you.

POWER OUTAGE DURING A MAMMOGRAM

I actually kept my mammogram appointment.
I was met with, “Hi! I’m Belinda!”
This perky clipboard carrier smiled from ear to ear, tilted her head to one side and crooned,
“All I need you to do is step into this room right heeere, strip to the waist, thennnn slip on this gown. Everything clearrrr?”
I’m thinking, “Belinda, honey, try decaf. This ain’t rocket science.”
Belinda skipped away to prepare the chamber of horrors.
Call me crazy, but I suspect a man invented this machine. It takes a perfectly healthy cup size of> 34-B to a size 38-LONG in less than 60 seconds. Also, girls aren’t made of sugar and spice and everything nice….it’s Spandex. We can be stretched, pulled and twisted over a cold 4-inch piece of square glass and still pop back into shape. With the right side finished, Belinda flipped me (literally) to the left and said,
“Hmmm. Can you stand on your tippy toes and lean in a tad so we can get everything?”
“Fine,” I answered. I was freezing, bruised, and out of air, so why not use the remaining circulation in my legs and neck and finish me off? My body was in a holding pattern that defied gravity (with my other boob wedged between those two 4″ pieces of square> glass) when we heard, then felt a zap! Complete darkness and the power went off!
“What?” I yelled.
“Oh, maintenance is working. Bet ! they hit a snag.” Belinda headed for the door.
“Excuse me! You’re not leaving me in this vise alone, are you?” I shouted.
Belinda kept going and said, “Oh, you fussy puppy….the door’s wide open so you’ll have the emergency hall lights. I’ll be righttttt> backkkk.”
Before I could shout “NOOOO!” she disappeared.
And that’s exactly how Bubba and Earl, maintenance men extraordinaire, found me, half-naked and part of me dangling from the Jaws of Life and the other part smashed between glass!
After exchanging polite “Hi, how’s it going” type greetings, Bubba (or possibly Earl) asked, to my utter disbelief, if I knew the power was off.
Trying to disguise my hysteria, I replied with as much calmness as possible, “Uh, yes, yes I did thanks.” “You bet, take care” Bubba replied and waved good-bye as though I’d been standing in the line at the grocery store.
Two hours later, Belinda breezes in wearing a sheepish grin and making no attempt to suppress her amusement, she said,
“Oh I am soooo sorry! The power came back on and I totally forgot about you! And silly me, I went to lunch. Are we upset?”

And that, Your Honor, is exactly how her head ended up between the clamps.

 

Things that make you go…OUCH January 24, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — Corey @ 3:29 pm
It amazes me the things men will do to get attention from their wives… now that I have YOUR attention..I will explain. Tony has had a bad weekend, health wise, now, I won’t go into all the details, but he hasn’t felt all that…. spiffy, to say the least. So in order to get my undivided attention, he decides to get a kidney stone…get REALLY sick from it and have to go to the doctor (actually I MADE him go to the doctor, but that isn’t really the point, now, is it??) . So yesterday, I spent all day running hither, thither and yonder toting him to doctors appointments and getting medication, taking him back to another appointment and even getting some nifty pictures of his pelvic area….only to find out that the reason behind all this is only 3mm in diameter….and yet, its terribly painful. I can assume that it is similar to labor pains, yet we get something beautiful from all our travail and he will get…. well, this:

Congratulations sweetie… job well done..


 

Nightmare on Rolling Way Drive January 17, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — Corey @ 4:56 pm
Some lessons are harder to learn than others. Last year I adamantly declared that we would NEVER have another birthday party at home…sigh, how quickly we recant on these things… Well, Abbie wanted to have a sleepover….that sounded lovely to me…3 darling little girls, all bestest friends, a makeover session, girly gossip and late night movies… It was then decided that we would include a birthday cake and ice cream party to appease all the little ones that weren’t allowed to sleep over (3 is my limit!!) So, here we go, buy the cake, ice cream, a few balloons and *POOF* a party….
Friday night comes the bestest of best friends come home with us after school and all is well….then it happened…
The neighbor girl, who is a playmate occasionally with Abbie comes down because she sees children in our front yard…she runs up, “please can I play with you too?” sure why not, right? Well, about 10 mins later, Abbie is hiding in her closet sobbing…..”mama, my friends don’t want to play with me….” ummmm little neighbor girl had convinced everyone to play with her and not Abbie.
Okay, buh-bye little neighbor girl, thou shalt not make my daughter cry at her birthday party.
Well, that didn’t sit well with little neighbor girl, who declares that she will be spending the night! Where, I ask? Not here! Yes, as you can imagine that went over even better…made little neighbor girl very happy!! I actually had to force her to leave as dinner was served to my children and guests, she didn’t understand why she couldn’t stay and eat!! ummm…..4 kids, 4 mini pizzas….that was it!! So then she declares she will come for the party…fine, come back at 7pm… Needless to say, her mother (who is now my hero) told her she had basketball practice and couldn’t come back….
So then…yes the saga continues…the party goes off without a hitch, the girls get along wonderfully with everyone, Abbie is smiling and no one is crying!! Mama is one happy girl…party into the night, lights out about 11:30pm. Sleeping children..sort of…
The clock strikes one….and I hear a knock at my door compounded with tears…I open the door to find two terrified little girls….their partner in crime had told them that someone was going to break into our house and kill them in the night….needless to say I slept on the couch for the rest of the night to protect them…yes, like I would be much protection…
Thus ends our little saga…Saturday was a cheerful day of play at Chuck-E-Cheeses and all is well…until next year…
 

Abbie’s Birthday Bash!!!!! January 16, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — Corey @ 3:15 pm

She’s 8!!!!!!! Come and party with us!

 

For all of us that aren’t getting any younger….. January 11, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — Corey @ 8:11 pm
10. “No hable Ingles”
9. “First, how much do YOU weigh?”
8. “In dog years or people years?”
7. “No cake for you!” (in a German accent)
6. “Turn up your hearing aid and I’ll tell you!”
5. “Ask my agent”
4. “THE TRUTH?! YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!!”
3. “What is age, really?”
2. “Old enough to be send to jail for murder”

And the #1 thing to say when asked ” How old ARE you? is………………………

“Younger than you, OBVIOUSLY!!”

 

Not a baby anymore January 8, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — Corey @ 6:06 pm

Gone are the days of 2am feeding. Gone are the days of pampers, formula, crawling and spitting up.
Gone are the days of endless rocking to get you to take a nap. Gone are the days of the sweet toothless kisses.
Now are the days of 2am girl gossip sessions. Now are the days of stylish clothes, cartwheels and ponytails. Now are the days of endless conversations in the kitchen while baking cookies or making dinner. Now are the days of sweet toothfilled kisses.
I love you for who you were. I love you for who you are. I love you for who you will become.
Although I can hardly believe that 8 years have already flown by, I am so proud to call her our daughter, so humbled that God gave her to us, and so worried about what we will do in a few years when the boys start knocking on our door.
Happy Birthday to our sweet girl.