Know Mistakes Found Hear

It's the end of another week?
I can't believe it! I know all I seem to say on this
blog lately is "time flies by"---maybe I should just change the
title of the blog to that and then I would never need to post
anything. Maybe I'm just turning into a
90 year old woman.My kids had a lot of fun this week.
Monday night Big E went to the baseball game in
The Big City with my brother and his wife
(and her twin sister, which always makes my
children's heads spin when they are
very young and see their aunt times two). Tuesday night
the kiddos, all but Baby J, went to spend the night with that
same brother and the Doublemint twins; Lloyd Dobbler and I
(with Baby J in tow) went to eat Mexican for dinner.
We sat in a both instead of one of those looong tables
since there was not a herd of us. I notice
things like this. Wednesday was the
day Lloyd Dobbler's parents came back through on
their way home from Indiana.
Grandpa wanted to take us to see Toy Story 3 and we
were very happy to go. It was good. I like all of the
Toy Story movies (but I think the first one is the best).


But the movies---oh my.
I love going to the movies and I would go
every single weekend if there was
something decent to see and if it didn't get
so expensive. Three adults and three children to the
movies, two pop corns and four cokes = $88.
Mercy me.
(and please don't tell me how it only cost a nickle
to go to the movies when you were a child unless
you want me to come over to your house with a
permanent marker and draw a mustache
on your face while you sleep)
The grandparents left late morning Thursday and then
I loaded up the babes and took them to my mother's
for her to watch them while I went to the doctor's office.
Seems that now that I'm not pregnant,
they want to open that whole Pandora's box of
"why is Bell's blood like pudding?" again.
Do we remember all this mess from last spring?
And how nice it was to have the surprise of Baby J
to show up and rescue me from the clutches of these
medical maniacs? But we are looking into that whole
blood thing again. Less drama this time, I think.
(I went back and read some of those posts I wrote
last year. Sometimes I crack myself up. It doesn't matter
so much if any of the 1.5 of you who read this are
entertained or not because I amuse myself.)

I hope my family doctor will deal with it himself
and not send me back to the guy at the cancer clinic.
I did not enjoy going there---except for the fact that
their phlebotomists are the best. I don't know if they
have some kind of better needles or if they are used to
drawing blood from such horrible arms
that my squirrel-ly veins look great to
them---whatever it is, I always think of them
when somebody comes at me with a needle now.
They never missed my rolling veins.
They never hurt me.
They were great.
(But let's not forget that when I went into the hospital
to have Baby J, they got my I.V. in on the first try!
I had never had that happen. It amazed me.
I bragged on that nurse all day and told everyone
who came into my room about it!)

Does it ever amaze you that I can take so very long
to say so very little?
Maybe "amaze" is not the word.

Another thing I noticed when I looked back
on some year old posts this morning----MISTAKES.
Oh my word. You would think that I taught myself to read
and write on the back of a shovel by lamp light
with my old pal Abe Lincoln.
When I'm in a hurry, I don't always go back and check what
I have written....and I must be in a hurry A LOT of the time.
It so annoys me to go back and read old stuff and
see these mistakes. Who worked as a proofreader in college?
Whose brain has turned to jello over the years?
Hello. Meye nam iz Be*ll.

I read this beautiful tribute from a mother
to a son this morning. If you are a mother
who has a son, you will appreciate
what she has to say.
What's the deal with mothers and sons?
I have a daughter who is closely knit to my heart. But I also
have three sons....and I am so in love with each one of them.
I cannot imagine what my life would be without these
four lovely gifts God has given me.

Class dismissed.