Joining the Living

Holy crap I hate surgery. It is not for the faint of heart. Those old people that get to have one every few years, I feel your pain! And I might add, my surgery was very small. I was not put completely under. I cannot imagine if I was. Basically, I'm a baby. That's not exactly new information, but it has been confirmed. Then to add to the problem, I'm without nurse Darin. As big of a loser as he is in just about every area possible, he was fabulous in this area. Truly wonderful. So to add to the pains of surgery, I got to feel lonely all over again. And then when the kids came back from Darin's yesterday Anna says in a very excited tone, "You know Dad's friend Diane right?! Well she gave him so many birthday presents. All golf one's. So much golf stuff!" Mind, she has a grin on her face the whole time she is telling me this, and I'm thinking, "I wonder how many thousands of dollars it's going to take Diane to replace all of the golf stuff I destroyed." Then Aliese says with a not so excited look, "They're REALLY GOOD friends. They're on the phone all the time." She sighs and leaves. She's not dumb. She never has been.

So to fill you all in, last Thursday, I endured a uterine fibroid embolization. Basically, the surgeon went in and cut off the blood supply to the fibroid. Over time the fibroid will shrink and cause me less problems, hopefully no problems, and I still get to keep my uterus. And since you're all so confident I'm going to meet prince charming any day now and live happily ever after, I'll want that uterus. I really would love another baby. Sounds crazy after everything I've been through, but there you have it, I think about babies. Gracie is so old lately it's downright depressing. She wants to learn how to read. I ordered a packet of games that might be able to teach her to read. I might just teach her the way I taught Anna. It seems so much easier. The book I used with Anna is "How to Teach Your Child to Read in 100 Easy Lessons". We didn't get through all 100 lessons. She's a great reader, and the stupid public school system was much easier for Anna to navigate than it was for Aliese, and I attribute that to teaching her how to read.

I was in the process, and might start back up today, of compiling a blog of stuff to sell. I have so much stuff. I'm tired of my stuff. Too much stuff. Some of it, or rather most of it, is really nice stuff, but it is too much. I plan on moving into a small 2 bedroom apartment in March and taking as little as possible with me. If you know of any minimalist books that would motivate me, let me know. I want to embrace the concept of minimalism. You know, the Little House on the Prairie kind of life. One outfit for week days, one for Sundays. One dish for each person, one toy for each child. Doesn't that sound nice? Don't worry, I'm not going that far, even though the challenge is tempting. So much less to take care of.

One of the many miracles in my life as of late--we found a home for Rylee. Such a blessing. Can I just tell you all--I DON'T MISS HER!!! That's all I have the energy to say right now. Animal lovers are truly saints. I'm not a saint. That's about all there is to say about that.

I'm getting tired. I don't last for very long. My hands are a little tingly for instance. Why are they tingly? I haven't taken the wonderful Percaset since last night. I need to go. Love you all. Keep praying for me. There isn't a prayer said in this world for me that I don't need.