Scrubs Season III

He's home!

He's feeling much better. They're now saying it may not have been meningitis, since you can't actually detect viral meningitis. They're saying it may have been an infection that was intensified and irritated by his liver condition, which produced meningitis-like symptoms in his spinal area (there WAS an infection in his spinal fluid).

Of course, he's being a guy and frequently overdoes things. He is still tired and weak, but if he stays home he feels like he could conquer the world. Like today he was feeling good, and insisted on going grocery shopping with us. Halfway through the trip he was lightheaded and excessively tired. He's hard-headed enough to think he can recover from something like that so quickly.

He had some tests run today and will consult with a doctor tomorrow about what happened. Thanks for all your prayers, they mean so much!!!

Scrubs Season II

Update: It's viral!!!

:)

He'll be coming home tomorrow to get over it. Thank God he can work from home.

Scrubs Season I

For all that haven't heard, my husband is in the hospital with spinal meningitis. Before anyone freaks out...

HE IS OKAY.

We caught it early and he's being treated. Thank you, God, for the awesome doctor on the clinic emergency line who hit the nail on the head without hesitation (we love you Dr. Lincoln!), and to all my family and friends who have called and out of concern and offered help. I'd be lost without you guys.

The most frustrating thing to me about this whole ordeal is the waiting. I am not a patient person by nature, and I think that if they did the test last night we should have answers by now. Until then, I'm stuck, quarantined in my house, out of fear that me and/or the kids might have it too and we could spread it. I would be the most likely culprit, but all I've been feeling lately is tired.

And because we are forced to wait, I had to visit my husband tonight fully scrubbed as a precaution. My poor socialite, affectionate husband is in isolation. When I went to see him I had to wear a gown, gloves, and a mask, and I wasn't allowed to hug him, cuddle him, or kiss him. Funny how he's getting all this treatment and the one thing that would make him feel better, affection, is what he can't have right now. So I did what I could, I held his hand through my glove and sat as close as I could, on the edge of the bed. I brought him dinner and Cheesecake Factory cheesecake for dessert, and cleaned up the room a little bit. I also brought him his laptop and some movies, and tomorrow I'll bring him stuff so he can get cleaned up. Hopefully he'll only be in there a few more days.

From what I've heard, though, the recovery process takes a long time. He'll be weak for a while. I'm not sure how this will affect his work. Or anything else, for that matter.

The kids know something's wrong and have been heathens since yesterday morning. Thanks, Mom, for coming to help, I really do need it and appreciate it.

So, if you'd like something to do, please just pray for our family. For my husband's quick recovery, clear tests, a quick homecoming. For my children to calm down for a little bit, and for my sanity. Thanks a lot, you guys are the best.

Please be praying. There is a very very rough week ahead.

Book Tag!

People seem to love tagging me. So, here we go again!

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1) One book that changed your life:
The Bible

2) One book you've read more than once:
The Princess by Lori Wick

3) One book you'd want on a desert island:
How To Get Off A Desert Island

4) One book that made you laugh:
The entire Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich

5) One book that made you cry:
Chicken Soup for the Christian Soul

6) One book that you wish had been written
Every Question You've Ever Had - Answered!

7) One book you wish hadn't been written:
My Life by Bill Clinton

8) One book you're currently reading: (sorry, couldn't choose one)
Getting Rid of Ritalin: How Neurofeedback Can Successfully Treat ADD without Drugs by Robert Will and Eduardo Castro
Miracles Happen by Mary Kay Ash
The Purpose-Driven Life by Rick Warren

9) One book you've been meaning to read:
More than a Pink Cadillac by Jim Underwood

10) Tag five others:
Potor, Saltwater Princess, Miss Cartier, sekondstory, Kiki

Being a Mom is Work

Yeah... like having a full-time job for each child you have. You can't get anything done. Even the most tame of activities somehow goes awry.

I needed to return a book today. Not a hard job, mind you, but one I dread. As a mom, I hate piddly little errands. The ones where you're in and out of the store. Know those? Yeah, if you're a mom, you hate them too.

I had a whole string of them today. Yuck. Go to the bank. Drive through the car wash. Drop a check off at the church. Mail some bills. Return a book.

These are only hard tasks if you have two toddlers with you. I had to drop the bills in the mail because yesterday my mail didn't come until after 6:00 PM (usually it at least comes before 5) because apparently they were taking the afternoon off for a belated celebration of the Ides of August. On the Ides of August I didn't get my mail at all. But that wasn't their OFFICE party, I guess. You know how the postal system celebrates holidays...

I digress.

I walked into the bookstore with one toddler asleep on my shoulder and the other walking. She immediately walked over and started rearranging books on the shelf. I informed her that she had exactly three seconds to get near my side... or else... because we're not rearranging books unless someone is going to pay us to do it. She chose not to listen. Oh great. I called to her again, which woke up the toddler who until then had been deep asleep on my shoulder for all of 3 minutes. The man at the counter asks me if I have a return, so I go over to him, and he tells me that if I just want to return it and not exchange it that I need to go see the other lady, who has a line of 2 people waiting. So what is that guy's job then?

I finally just have to go collect my daughter from the bookshelf. I finally get waited on, and my precious darling sweetheart baby boy decides to use that moment and scream like a banshee. He then proceeds to throw a Class A temper tantrum, something reminiscent of the Exorcist. I smile apologetically at the woman, who is waiting for me to dig my credit card out of my purse while trying not to drop the writhing child, who inbetween the gutteral sounds and banshee cries is screaming "Down! Down!" Meanwhile my daughter has started rearranging books again.

I make some sort of sarcastic comment about why I usually save these errands until Daddy takes the kids, because it saves so much hair. She doesn't even laugh. I bet she doesn't have kids. Anyone with kids would've found the situation comical. I didn't want to waste my time trying to explain it to her.

Now my son is angelically sleeping, but my daughter has come in four times in the three mintues I've been posting this in order to tell me that she wants something to eat and drink, even though we just finished lunch. Time to get back to the grind, I guess.



Latest Izzy-isms:
"Boys have short hair. Girls don't have short hair. But I have short hair and grandma has short hair and that's okay. Girls have earrings and diamonds and makeup like me."

"Mommy, that lady has a cute baby. Can we have her?"

"Are your eyes tired?"

"Daddy, I want a baby brother again, but I want a girl one."

Artista Barista

Speaking of coffee, this is just insane. And cool. I think Starbucks should implement this into their procedure.

Check out this type of art.

Coffee Yuppie

I have been known to say that a Starbucks coffee is not worth drinking unless it has at least four names. This is what I ordered tonight. Try this one on for size:

Grande Nonfat 2-Splenda Upside Down Caramel Machiatto

Mmmmmmmm.

Unfortunately, the barista said she'd heard worse. I'll have to work on that one.

So what's your favorite?

To Satisfy Your Insatiable Morbid Curiousity

The resounding and unanimous vote was to tell you guys about my horrible night. Weirdos.

Well, Seminar was filled with inspiration, in both the big things and the small. In some cases, the small things made up my mind for the future more than the big things. This is one of the small things.

On our first night at Seminar, we had a formal Christine Peterson Area dinner. My director left to get there early, and I had 15 minutes to get ready and get down there. I had all my underthings on, and felt a little like I was strapped in for a space flight with all the shapewear I had on. I slid the beautiful royal blue gown over my head, and put on my jewelry.

Immediately the brooch on my dress fell off. Dangit!!!

I tried every which way to get that thing back on. I probably would have impressed even MacGyver. But it was no use, it wouldn't go back on. So I left, and turned around halfway down the hall, remembering I was going to a Mary Kay formal dinner and I hadn't put on mascara, blush, or fixed my hair. I also couldn't walk in my shoes with hose on. After taking care of that, I walked out again with makeup and different shoes, only to turn around and go back again for my invitation, since I needed it to get in.

I got downstairs and saw a group of women in formals heading toward a dinner hall. I asked them if this was the Christine Peterson Area Dinner, and they told me yes. They were announcing the consultants as we walked in, like in the old movies. I handed the announcer my card and was announced in. I sat at the special DIQ table and began talking to a girl there. I took pictures of her with her friend, a lady I'd sat with on the bus to the convention center earlier in the day. I mentioned I hadn't seen my Director, or any of the other Directors from my group either, and she replied that they should have been in the line. They weren't. After asking many, many questions, I figured out that this was the Briddle future area dinner, not the Christine Peterson area, even though the girls weren't wrong, since Bridget Briddle is a current National-in-Qualification in the Christine Peterson Area and not quite a National yet. I had to leave, walk back through the line, get my card back, and go find the other Christine Peterson Area Dinner. How humiliating. I had just been introduced with great pomp and circumstance to the wrong Area. I'm sure my face was as red as a lobster.

I finally found the real dinner area, and as I walked up the steps to the entrance to the ballroom, I heard a RIIIIIP. Oh, for crying out loud. My dress had just ripped. It was on the bottom, so I prayed that no one would notice. Dang these 3-inch spike heels!!!

At this point I was more than a little annoyed, but I got in line to enter the room because I was already 15 minutes late. Then some girls came up and jumped in line in front of me. Being on my best MK behavior, I just let it go, even though there were 5 of them that cut, not just one. By this time I was in a bad mood.

Finally I got in and the evening started. It went pretty well after that, except for my Director dragging me (literally) up on the stage with all the other Directors and dance. Wow. I was looking around, making sure no one noticed me onstage, a DIQ pretending to be a Director. Of course, I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb, but no one said anything, even if they did notice.

When I got back to the room, a roommate asked how my dress had gotten ripped. The whole story poured forth, and when I finished, she said (and to get the full effect, this is a current Director that makes what I'd like to be making) "Girl, you're going to be a great Director because I couldn't even tell anything was wrong. You picked up and kept going like a pro."

And that made everything better.

Immersion

Wow. Seminar was probably the best thing I have ever done for my business, besides starting it.

I had such an excellent time. It was so hard to stay and keep listening because I wanted to run home and work my butt off immediately. Yesterday is not soon enough for me to be a Director.

There is way too much to describe and all of it's great. I'll list a few things and y'all can pick 2 or 3 for me to tell you about. If you want to know it all you'll have to call or e-mail and ask. Too many pics to post and they're all good.

I'm home with a new list of goals, new inspiration, new energy.

AND CHRISTINE PETERSON, MY NATIONAL, IS #1!!!!! Woo-hoo!!!

Possible topics:
1. DIQ/Area Day
2. Formal Dinner in honor of the Christine Peterson Area
3. We're #1! We're #1!!! (The Announcement)
4. My Horrible Night - And Why I'll Be a Director
5. DIQ Training
6. Awards Night

So, let me know what you'd like to hear about. Can't wait!!!