Alzheimer's Walk in Priscillia's memory

As most of you know, Mike's family lost their mother to Alzheimer's in April of this year. On September 20th there will be a memorial walk at the Crossroads Mall that will benefit Alzheimer's research. I have created a team, in Priscillia's memory, for that walk. It is short notice because we ourselves just found out about it but we would appreciate any support that can be given. I will post a link to the site below and if you want to come and join the team and walk with us that would be great. If you want to give a donation to the cause in Priscillia's name that would be great too. You can do that through the site . If all you have to give is words of encouragement and prayers that too will be greatly appreciated. To Mike's family I personally want to say that this is a burden that was on my heart as soon as I heard about it, I think it is a small way that we can give back something for a wonderful woman who was taken long before any of us were willing to let her go. I hope you all will join me in walking for her.
Alz. Walk Site-http://beckleyoakhillmemorywalk.kintera.org/faf/search/searchTeamPart.asp?ievent=259242&lis=1&kntae259242=A867C531781641A3A170BBA5FBB3C06F&team=3166797&tlteam=0

Random Abandon

Things are getting back to normal. If there is such a thing as normal around here. I am settling back into every day life.

There's one sad truth in life I've found
While journeying east and west -
The only folks we really wound
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox

First volleyball game coming up this week and I can't wait. Basketball tryouts started Friday and all of that will be underway soon.

After a very lengthy discussion about something silly, these statements were made:

Mr. Perfectly Stubborn - Let's change the subject.
Drew- Let's switch to Math.
Yep, that's his favorite subject!!

One day, One choice, One pound at a time

SW-218
LW-192.6
CW-194.6
GW-160

This makes it almost exactly 10 lbs. I've gained. Honestly I don't know why I gained this week. I know that sometimes once you start down the right path it takes it awhile to show up. I exercised a lot this week and ate better but still not great. I'm going to cut out any strength training until I start losing again and I am giving up the Soda this week. That is my biggest weakness and it seems to make the eating worse too. Hopefully next week the work I did this week will show up. I joined the challenge at In-Shape Brag Blog and have done well this week for it. I will have my 15 miles I need for this week.

I Picked a Girl featuring John McCain and Sarah Palin

I actually think I am coming around to the McCain-Palin ticket but this video is just so hilarious that I had to share it.

Sleep- - -Please!?!

I have mentioned the "Destruction Crew" and I knew that they would cause destruction but I had no idea how much havoc they would bring to my life. It was a given that there would be a mess, mud and dust everywhere. That is the least of my problems though. They keep the road blocked half the time, I can never come and go when I want to. I don't go anywhere I don't have to because I'm afraid I won't get back home. They are always around so I haven't been going outside much. The worst thing of all though is that I am not getting any sleep. The drills are running constantly and the noise is not that bad during the day but at night when it is quiet that is all I hear. Then add in the trucks coming and going constantly and there is just no resting. I swear every time I get to sleep they do something that wakes me up. I am going insane here. I need some good sleep. I am tempted while the kids are off for the weekend to take some Tylenol PM and put in some ear plugs and just tell them all before they go to bed that if they need me they will have to come in and shake me to get me up. I need a full nights rest!!!!

101 in 1001 progress

I feel like I am spinning my wheels. I have so many things that are just on the verge of being completed but I can't quite get there. A few of the things are a little too dependent upon Hubby's help. Like #25 and #9. A lot of the things are planned and it is just a matter of finding the time to do the follow through. The beginning of a school year is always hectic, I'm hoping to get settled into the new routine in the next few weeks and get some things accomplished. I am working on the walls for #15 and that is going to be a long process. The crocheting and knitting for #64 & #65 are going to have to wait till it cools down, it is just too hot to fool with that. I am going to start #63 on my birthday this month but as it suggests it will take a year to complete. I thought it would be cool to do it from birthday to birthday though. For #76 I have actually got my keyboard back out and am now looking into taking some type of class because I just don't think I can teach myself this. So I am making progress, it just isn't very visible.

Our Family History

Part 8: The Misery that

brought me Matt

When I last left you I had started trying for baby #4 after giving my tailbone the 6 weeks they said it needed to heal and had made a wonderful deal with my husband to close up my baby-making factory. Of course, as my history should show, it didn't take me long to get pregnant. It took even less time for me to realize it was bad timing. Audrey was in Kindergarten when I found out I was pregnant and would be just a few months into 1st grade when I had him. My life was total chaos and I was in no shape to handle most of it. Yes, in 6 weeks your tailbone is healed enough to not really worry about lifting things or doing things you had to be careful about when it was healing. That did not mean it was ready for the changes or pressure of carrying a fetus. Not ready AT ALL!! I was very sick, as usual, for the first few months and as soon as that started to ease up the pain set in. I had trouble with my hip every time I got pregnant because I fell when I was pregnant with Audrey and dislocated it. Now on top of that I also couldn't set down because of my tailbone. There were very few positions that I was comfortable in and by the time I was ready to have him I was one miserable woman. On top of that I kept getting sick, they told me 3 times while I was pregnant with him that I had gastrointestinal flu(I will explain what was really wrong in a later post). My stomach hurt so bad most of the time that I couldn't feel the baby moving and they had to keep doing ultrasounds to make sure he was okay. It was tough but somehow we made it through, I was so glad though that this was the last time I would be doing this. I signed the paper for getting my tubal at my very first doctor's appointment. I knew he would not go through with doing his surgery and I wanted to be prepared, I wasn't taking any chances. When it was time to have him the doctor schedule my appointment to be induced. I went to see her the day before to make sure everything was going as planned and she said she wanted to "strip my membranes" now and that would make things go a little smoother tomorrow. I was scheduled to be at the hospital at 6 for my induction the next morning. At 3 in the morning I woke Hubby up and said "Let's go!". I had actually gone into full blown labor ON MY OWN. By the time we got to the hospital and got me checked in and settled I knew it wouldn't be long. They picked up a heart murmur on the monitor and were afraid that he was going to be born with something wrong with his heart. Mom immediately went and called to have everyone praying for us. The doctor checked me and told Hubby and Mom that I still had a little while but that it wouldn't be long BUT she didn't move. She stayed setting right there, that was not a good sign. Within a matter of just a few minutes and long before the drugs had time to kick in I was giving birth. He was born at just a few minutes after 6 (right when I should have been being induced) and was perfectly healthy. They could not find a single thing wrong with his heart and could not explain what had been showing up on the monitor just disappearing as soon as he was born - I could, it was God. The next day as they were wheeling me down the hall to surgery to do my tubal Mr.Perfectly Stubborn was still standing there saying "You aren't really going to do this are you?" No answer was needed just a look as they shut the doors. He must be crazy.

Next-Part 9:The makings of a tough year.