Happy Birthday to Mom, and other stuff

So Mami, happy birthday. I hope Christi took you some tasty food! Yummy!

After spending Turkey Day in pajamas and watching parades and Christmas movies and eating leftovers, we celebrated a post-Thanksgiving thanksgiving meal on Friday when Vicky snuck out between a harried return from New York and an insanely early call for rehearsal and deployment to the land of the enemy in Athens. At least today’s battle was successful. go Jackets!

Christy has recovered very nicely from the surgery. She is still terrified by the thought of sneezing, and now that she looks less swollen we enjoy laughing at her hysterical response to the tickling that is a preface to a sneeze. Ha! I do not envy the follow up next week when they yank the splints out of her nose. At least they don’t do any packing any more. She looks totally normal now that her face isn’t swollen. Oh, and her nose is on straighter. Christaar is a champ!

The boy, on the other hand, is still in a great deal of pain, and then has a good day, only to push himself and fall back again. Percacet and ice packs are his friend. Poor kid. the physical therapy felt good, but the exercises are maybe stressing him a little.

Okay, so that’s it — not quite the Thanksgiving break we were expecting, but everything’s cool.

Macy’s parade!

Christaar has a new nose

I was going to post a picture, but past experiences in humiliation resulted in some teasing, so I’ll save the picture for people who really know her. I don’t mind humiliating Christy in front of family and close friends.

Surgery went relatively well, if longer than expected. It turns out that in addition to straightening out her schnoz, Dr. T removed her adenoids which were the size of walnuts and thus he couldn’t “suck them out of her nose” and had to go in the old way. I didn’t ask what the old way was because he went into detail about other gross and disgusting things and all I heard was “sore throat” and ice cream. She liked the idea of ice cream.

Anyway, she spent the day recovering nicely, parked in front of the TV, terrified of sneezing. Finally, she sneezed, the world didn’t end, but the dog looks at her suspiciously.

In other news, Jonathan started physical therapy and his knee is healing nicely.

It’s Vic!

more about "It’s Vic!", posted with vodpod

one down…one to go

Jonathan is fine from his surgery, and he’s home and complaining about how inefficient the ice bag is. Yeah. He got a space-age ice bag from the nurse, and he has checked it out and declared that it is insulated and therefore inefficient. I dunno about that. It strapped to his knee and he slept all night without a peep.

Of course, maybe it was the percacet. Ha!

I suppose I could post a picture when I get back from class this afternoon. Thanks for your calls and prayers.

the human condition…is everywhere

I haven’t been posting lately because I am working on NaNoWriMo, and somehow, every time I attempt this feat, I rediscover that I only have a set number of words I am capable of producing in a day, and today’s quota is going to be spent here. Frankly, I don’t how how to get through the rest of my day if I don’t put down in words the feelings that are not just welling up, but spilling out all over the place.

Generally, I’m not very open with my feelings. I was thunderstruck this afternoon when I got a call from Vicky to share the contents of mystery package she received. A little back history first. Vic, some of you may know, was actively involved in the Marine Corps Junior ROTC in high school, and considered a career in the military…she even gave a shot to the Army ROTC program in college before deciding that she preferred a man in uniform to herself in uniform.

She’s been actively involved in corresponding with soldiers deployed to the combat zones, and has established some lovely friendships, and then they come back and move on with their lives and she picks up a new soldier to write. Until now. Her soldier was killed in a bombing in Baghdad.

When she shared that news with me, it was devasting, and after some prayers for the repose of his soul, and his family’s peace, I moved on, as I thought perhaps she had. Until today, when she received a very special package.

His parents sent her the casket flag, along with a letter detailing how he often spoke of her and how her correspondence had been such an integral part of his life.

How little we know of the effect we have on others.

Be kind.

sometimes resistance is everything

this morning on the way to work

In the tender compassion of our God the dawn from on high shall break upon us, to shine on those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death, and to guide our feet into the way of peace.

My My My Just don’t know what to make of this…but it cracks me up

[update] Sorry folks–wrote in a hurry and didn’t realize you can’t really see the headlines — turns out Obama’s win is listed at the bottom of the paper, below the fold where no one would see it as it lays in a stack.

I have all but given up on reading the newspaper…any newspaper. Of course, every once in a while I will pick up the local paper, especially if my favorite boyfriend has written a good piece (you ‘ve heard me rave about sportswriting being the best). Anyway, I happened to be reading the Drudge Report, and followed this link because I wondered what kind of crazy paper in Georgia has made the headlines in Drudge.

Yep. You guessed it. That’s my hometown right there, and that’s our paper, the Rockdale Citizen. Beautiful. Dare I defend them and say that local politics trumps national politics? I think I will. The local races are important to us. They really are. And somebody said somewhere that real politics are the local politics. So I said it. I even believe it. But still, daaaaammmmnnnn. I didn’t vote for Obama, but I can surely appreciate the historic nature of the election. Bahaha.

has no one offered Hillary condolences?

//snort//