Relentless Pursuit

As it turns out,

this pile of gravel,

costs almost as much as this beauty,

but not nearly as much as this sucker,

which in no way stops me in my relentless pursuit of persuading McDaddy to throw caution (and common sense) to the wind and GO FOR IT.

Y’all pray.

Hail or High Water

I am so pleased to report that I FINALLY got a DSLR. I’ve only had it a few hours and the battery JUST NOW finished charging, so I haven’t been able to try it out yet.

But make no mistake, people. Next week, it is ON.

For now though, check out these fun WATER shots.

West Virginia’s beautiful state capitol.

If you are looking at this picture wondering how in the heck it has anything to do with water, you should know that just seconds after I shot this picture from my back deck, the skies opened up and it came a rainstorm, complete with thunder, lightning and hail.

So there.

He wears floaties because of the “high” water. 

Summer fun at the pool.

And finally, here is McDaddy just before he his hat flew into the water.

Oh yes it did!

We whipped that boat around and searched the lake for about five minutes before finally finding the hat floating several feet away from where it flew off.

This post is linked to You Capture.

Thinking Outside Of The Box

I sat down at my computer to write a post about things I couldn’t care less about, but then I realized it’s time for Works For Me Wednesday so I hit save draft and started over, which is unfortunate because the list of things I couldn’t care less about is long and most certainly detailed.

And then I remembered that I learned something this week that really worked for me and there’s nothing I love more than sharing something great that’s worked for me.

Well, except for a Little Debbie.

Or an iPad.

It all started when the boys and I were walking at Relay for Life. A friend of mine from church had a blue/white otter box on her iPhone 4 and I commented that I loved it. She told me that blue was her favorite color and that she loved my turquoise plastic otter box case. And then I told her that I liked her white plastic case better than my turquoise plastic case and would she want to trade plastic cases?

We made a quick trade and I was immediately crazy about my new pink/white otter box combo.

That is until I discovered that the new white plastic/pink silicone otter box meant that I would mute, hold, and press face time with my cheek during every single phone call. Which translates to one big, fat, aggravation. I attempted (unsuccessfully, might I add) to clean the phone screen and the screen protector about 482 more times before whining mentioning to McDaddy that I was tired of muting and holding and attempting to face time every single phone call.

This is the point in the story, where I would typically just do what I always do in a situation like this.

Google.

But not McDaddy. Oh no ma’am.

He used my phone to call our house and then placed it on his leg. He then used his hand to activate the proximity sensor while it was flat on his leg. He repeated the procedure with the turquoise case. For some reason, the sensor worked fine with the turquoise case, but not at all with the white case.

I took the white case apart and removed the little plastic piece from the top.

Still nothing.

Then, McDaddy suggested that I use a black sharpie to color the interior of the small opening for the earpiece and camera because his theory was that the white case was simply not dark enough to activate the sensor.

It worked like a charm!

And that works for me!

What I Learned This Week

What I learned this week… Random edition…

I am a great mom – Stevie told me so. In fact, he said, “You are the best mom ever.” I love that boy.

Dialysis patients don’t pee – My dialysis nurse friend told me so.

Taco flavored Doritos are not good. – Believe me when I say that you should stick with the original or cool ranch kind.

Wii Tennis is entertaining to watch – Especially when two little boys are playing.

Baby talk drives McDaddy -INSANE, that is. Same goes for the straw papers on the Capri Suns.

A Jeep Wrangler excites me – McDaddy’s friend Justin has his Jeep up for sale. I mentioned to McDaddy that we should sale our HEAP, um I mean Jeep, and get a Wrangler and he got all excited like a kid in a candy store.

I really want an iPad – I didn’t really learn that this week, I just like throwing it in here from time to time to remind McDaddy of the fact.

Hanging With Friends is just as addictive as Words With Friends – Dangit. Now I’m hooked on another one.

A Cut on your finger will take approximately ten days to heal completely – Should have followed the “cut away” from ones self rule.

I am at my best when things are organized – For that reason, I should keep things that way.

Now, what did YOU learn this week?

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1. Any time this week, publish your What I Learned This Week post on your blog.

2. Within that post, please mention the What I Learned This Week carnival and link back to this post here at From Inmates To Playdates. If you don’t know how to link, please ask me.

3. Then link up with Mr. Linky down below.

4. Visit the other participants and see what they learned this week. Then leave a comment because comments are fun!

Off To The Races

Another summer weekend has come and gone and I am so sad because that means that June is almost a memory. Summer is racing by. The weekend temperature here in West Virginia wouldn’t have been any better if I could have handpicked a temperature because it was approximately 80 degrees (my IDEAL temperature) with very little humidity.

I’ll give you a minute to let that sink in.

An ideal temperature with very little humidity is a rarity around here and don’t you think I didn’t praise the good Lord for giving us a break from working up a sweat just by walking from the front door to the car. Now, if I could only get rid of this runny nose, itchy eye allergy fit, I’d be doing good.

I’m ready to poke my eyeball out.

With a fork.

I am debating whether to race to the medicine cabinet take a little something for relief but fear I’ll be all jacked up on Sudafed half the night.

Desperate times, folks.

Hopefully, my west-coast Words With Friends friends and my midnight shift working Words With Friends friends will be up to help me pass the time or else it might be a long night for this girl and her racing mind. Which is unfortunate because I am tired after a jam-packed weekend full of the thing I love the most.

My fellas.

To start the weekend off, McDaddy’s brother Dave and his family drove up (or is it down? I never know) so that Dave, a distance runner, could compete in the WV 5K Championship race on Saturday. And for those of you who aren’t up on your K measurements – 5K is actually 3.1 miles.

Listen.

I don’t know about y’all, but if this girl had to run 3.1 miles, it would take a first repsonse team and three days.

One day for each mile.

Dave however, WON THE RACE with a time of 15 minutes and 4 seconds.

(Picture Credit: Huntington Herald Dispatch)

And not only did he NOT need a first response team OR three days, he actually jogged the course BACKWARD before the actual race.

Oh, and just for fun, he woke up on Sunday morning and ran 20 miles.

Which translates to pure craziness.

TWENTY. FRIGGIN. MILES.

Forget the response team. Just order me the mahogany casket right now.

Unless, you’re talking about the Rat Race. Now that’s a race, I might be able to win.

Congrats, Dave, we are so proud of you!

After waiting for more than five years, can you guess which race we watched on Saturday?

We went to see this little gold mine race car,

Which reminds me a great deal of this little beauty,

Holy crap, I want one of those suckers.

To finish the day off, we hit a nearby race track for some monster truck madness.

And speaking of madness, what would you call a $10.00 sno-cone?

I’d call it craziness.

Or madness.

It was a weekend full of racing for our family.

What did YOU do this weekend?

Letter To A Person Who Is Crazy

Listen.

Y’all can’t know how proud I am that somebody from Manila (What’s up Manila?) was sent to my blog after searching The Google for “samples of letter to a person who is crazy”. I couldn’t help but smile 1) because mine is a rare form of crazy and 2) because I’ve written tons of letters to crazy people, so what better place to find a sample than right here?

So, I said all that to say, if you’ve stopped by here looking for a daily dose of crazy, my friend – make no mistake, you have come to the right place.

I stayed in bed until after 10:00 AM this morning and it was glorious, but you should not confuse that with I SLEPT until 10:00 AM this morning, becuase people just can’t get it in their fat heads that I really don’t want to be called early in the morning. Like yesterday, for instance, my crazy brother-in-law rang my phone at 8:11 AM.

As in, IN THE MORNING.

He was apparently on the hunt for McDaddy to talk computer stuff and must have forgotten (at that ungodly hour) that McDaddy has a job and IS NOT HOME AT THAT HOUR OF THE DAY.

But I’m not bitter.

Nor did I answer the phone.

I was ready to pull the thing  from the wall and give it a swift kick to the front yard. And my brother-in-law too, had he been here.

I’m also up to my eyeballs in laundry because I’ve been living as if the laundry is not my responsibility the last few days, seeing movies, shopping at Target, and trying to SLEEP until 9:00 AM. Then, I realized I was down to my last pair of shorts which wouldn’t be such a big deal except that it’s 90 degrees outside with 140% humidity which translates into too hot for pants.

So, I’ve got the laundry underway, and McDaddy is on a business call (at 1:04 AM mindyou), so I thought  in honor of my new friend from Manila (who may or may not be crazy), I’d write a couple of letters to “a person (or two) who is crazy”….

Dear Campbells Soup Peeps,

Because of your marketing genuis scam my kids now think they *might* like your soup -you know, the soup that features Lightning McQueen and Mater – so of course I bought some. And I, like a fool, bought the stuff, thinking that because it was made with whole grains that it would have to be somewhat good for them. That is, until I found an article on The Google that revealed that your CARS soup has 100 mg more than the suggested amount of sodium four soups. So, shame on you, Campbells. SHAME. ON. YOU. And your crazy sodium filled soups.

Ease up on the salt,

A Concerned Mama

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Dear Otter Box Peeps,

The white/blue Otter Box defender combo I purchased was driving me slowly insane with all of the MUTE/HOLD/FACE TIME button pushing my cheek was doing while on a phonecall. That is, until McDaddy took control of the situation, ran a few tests of his own and suggested I take a black Sharpie to the interior of the white case. It worked like a charm and now I can fully enjoy the Otter Box and all the protection it has to offer. Just thought you might want to know on the off chance that another crazy person contacts you about the problem.

You’re Welcome,

An iAddict in West Virginia

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Dear Crazy People on Facebook,

If your relationship is so “complicated” that you have to identify it as such on the Facebook, I’d say that’s a pretty good indication that you should spend less time on the Facebook and more time on your “complicated” relationship. Just a thought.

Sincerely,

A Concerned Facebook Friend

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Dear Ruby Tuesday Corporate Management,

If you no longer offer apples or grapes as a side for your kid meals then you should take the options off of your menu. That way, your waiter won’t have to roll his eyes when a patron, ahem, complains about it.

An Eye Roller Myself,

A Crazy Mama

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Have a great weekend, y’all!

Step Into My Office

It’s not often that you show up on a blog to find pictures of a bathroom.

Unless of course, someone has reinvented or remodeled their bathroom, and then? All bets are off because people love to show off their new space. I have long been a fan of the bathroom, not only because it is the one place I can go daily for 6.4 seconds of quiet time, but also because it is one of my favorite rooms in our house since McDaddy remodeled it about seven years ago. Also, because I refer to it as my office.

Sometimes I forget where I am sitting and end up staying in there so long to catch up on Words With Friends plays that my foot falls asleep. Make no mistake y’all, I live an exciting life.

My very favoritest thing about our bathroom are the faucets.

 AND, the fact that our bathroom is filled with my beloved Longaberger baskets.

About 42 to be almost exact. (I say almost because I am constantly moving baskets in and out of there depending on need and mood).

 My severe OCD requires that I ONLY use soap that matches the wallpaper and tile.

And you thought, YOU had quirks.

My severe OCD also requires that I keep these faucets cleaned off because they are not nearly as pretty when they’re covered in toothpaste, soap scum, or just plain dirt. In fact, if you look closely, you can see my reflection in this one.

I was trying to get all artsy-fartsy in this next one, but instead, the picture just looks like a far and away picture of two [really cool] bathroom faucets. 

And if I had any sense whatsoever, I would have dusted this next mess before taking a picture. OR, at least wrote “Hi Mom!” in the dust, which makes no sense whatsoever, because to my knowledge, my mama hasn’t ever read my blog. Maybe I shoulda wrote “Hi McDaddy!”

This picture is even cuter in person than it is here on the blog because it looks all yellowy. (That is a word, right?)

And of course, my absolute favorite part of the bathroom?

The garden tub.

Which is as close to a “garden” as I’m gonna get.

Have a great Thursday, y’all!

And don’t forget to visit You Capture where folks will be sharing their bathrooms, or the color purple.

One Fell Off And Bumped His Head

Two little monkeys riding on bikes,

Around the circle raced until they were out of sight,

When one fell off and bumped his head,

He wound up in a hospital bed.

Thankfully, the monkey was wearing a helmet, you see,

Or else, he would have hurt more than just his knee.

 

The helmet worked for us as you can see!

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Visit THAT family for other Works For Me Wednesday posts!

Also, visit KidsHealth.Org for bicycle helmet safety and statistics.

Extra, Extra, Read All About It!

If you are one of the eight regular readers around here at From Inmates To Playdates, you might still be wondering what in the heck happened on our camping trip over the weekend. Believe me when I tell you that I wanted nothing more than to tell the entire drama-filled story yesterday. (Y’all know how much I LOVE a good story, right?) The fact is that I was tired and knew I wouldn’t do the story justice if I tried to tell it in a limited amount of time.

Because as my granny would say, sometimes I get in a “big way of talking” and lose all track of time.

SO.

All that to say, TODAY IS THE DAY PEOPLE.

I’ll do my best to get y’all out of here in a reasonable amount of time because I know most of you have more to do than read about the latest McFamily Medical Drama.

I’m not sure where I should begin, because really for you to see the big picture, I would need to start at the begninning, as in the day we pulled into the campground. For the sake of time, though, I’ll skip past the campsite reservation dilemma. I’ll also leave out the part about Alex’s “near drowning” in the lake, which looking back on it, was more of a “Alex lost his pool noodle in the lake and had to bob up and down in the water for five seconds before his brother was able to pass the noodle back to him” incident in the lake.

Still, it was really scary for about five seconds.

Where was I?

Oh yeah, THE story.

Fast forward to Saturday, at approximately 7:10 PM EST.

I had just two minutes earlier taken a picture of both boys on their bicycles. Both riding toward me and riding away from me. The boys decided to race around the circle to see which one could get to our campsite the quickest.

Now, here’s where the story takes a turn for the worse. I will do my best to accurately relay the severity of the situation, because if you know me, you know that I am all about reporting the drama accurately.

Seconds after I snapped the picture, Stevie wrecked his bike. He let out a scream that told me he meant business. I was headed towards him and within two seconds or so, he stopped crying. I saw him stand up and I made a quick assessment that he must not be as bad off as I originally thought. In that moment, I saw Stevie fall into the arms of my friend, Kelley, (a friend from our church who happened to be camping with us, and also a nurse anesthetist), and the next thing I remember, is that I was standing right beside of him, watching his eyes roll back in his head, as Kelley slowly lowered him down to the road. His body was limp and his lips were blue.

At this point, I did the only thing I knew to do.

I let out a squeal that you MIGHT HAVE heard if you live anywhere along the East Coast. All I knew was that my boy was laying unconscious on the road and I was powerless to help him. After about five minutes seconds, those big brown eyes which I have looked in to hundreds of times were focused on me and he was back with us, answering questions, responding.

And breathing.

Kelley’s husband, Brian carried him over to a chair and as they sat him down on my lap, I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his sweet head and breathed him in. I fought back tears and watched as fresh red blood trickled from his left knee down my left leg. Kelley thought that he had suffered a seizure until I explained that he had passed out on two different occasions when he was younger. (You may recall I wrote about THAT here on the blog just five days ago. The irony.)

After what seemed like a lifetime, I heard sirens blaring. Four EMTs arrived on the scene to check on my sweet boy. McDaddy and I decided to have him transported to the hospital because I know nothing about anything at this point and would rather be safe than sorry. They loaded him onto a stretcher and I climbed in the ambulance with him. It was another five minutes or so before we pulled out and at this point, I decide I really need to use the bathroom.

And puke.

It was a long drive to the hospital (or so it seemed) and the EMT did not want Stevie to fall asleep. If I’m being honest though, I wanted more than anything to go to sleep. To forget the incident that had just happened. I was hoping it was a dream. I couldn’t get it out of my head and I was sure it was just a dream. I did my best to keep him awake by asking him silly questions. At one point, we prayed. Upon our arrival at the hospital, we were whisked into a cold, sterile room with a bed and an exam table. Once we got Stevie signed in and squared away, I excused myself to the bathroom.

And puked.

The Doctor came in to do an initial exam.

He suggested a CT Scan of the head. A chest x-ray. A urinalysis. Blood work. And “given the bruises and cuts on his chest”, the Doctor also suggested a CT scan of the abdomen to check for things that might not present themselves for days, such as a ruptured spleen. Over the course of the next few hours, I watched as my boy was poked, prodded, and pushed in a wheelchair.

And during that time, I prayed.

And puked.

One-by-one each of the tests came back clear.

All of them except for the CT of the abdomen.

The ER Doctor returned with a report explaining that the CT Scan showed a one centimeter “irregularity” around the area of the spleen. He then ordered an ultrasound to find out if the “irregularity” was a mass, a tumor, or something else.

I excused myself to the bathroom once again.

And puked.

McDaddy and I napped on and off in the hospital room waiting for an ultrasound tech to arrive and finally, at approximately 1:32 AM, my sweet boy, slept through an ultrasound of his spleen. As we sat in the dark room, I fought to keep my eyes open. I wondered why it was necessary to take soooo many pictures of a one centimeter “irregularity”.

A short time later, the Doctor returned with the much anticipated results. He explained that the “irregularity” that showed up on the CT scan was actually an accessory spleen, which is really just a fancy way to say that our sweet, eight year old, big brown eyed little boy has an extra spleen.

It also means that our sweet boy joins 10% of the population blessed with an extra spleen.

That’s what I learned this week.

Now what did YOU learn?

[NOTE: I really wanted to call this post, I’ve Got Some Spleenin’ To Do, but I was afraid I was the only one who would get the joke.]

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You can read a crazy long detailed version of the rules here, or simply follow these easy steps.

1. Any time this week, publish your What I Learned This Week post on your blog.

2. Within that post, please mention the What I Learned This Week carnival and link back to this post here at From Inmates To Playdates. If you don’t know how to link, please ask me.

3. Then link up with Mr. Linky down below.

4. Visit the other participants and see what they learned this week. Then leave a comment because comments are fun!

The Blog Will Have To Wait

It has been a fun, highly stressful, emotional weekend. McDaddy returned after being gone for two weeks, and joined us at the campground where we were camping with nine other families from our church. My nerves are still shot and I am looking forward to spending alone time with McDaddy here in a bit because hello? We’ve been camping.

In a camper.

With two kids.

That also translates to THE BLOG WILL HAVE TO WAIT.

So, in a  nutshell, here’s a list of things I did this weekend. And before I get started you should know that this particular camping weekend provided enough blog fodder for the next month.

Prepare yourselves.

  • Made smores
  • Took a boat ride
  • Watched my boys drive a jet-ski
  • Had a scare at the lake with Alex
  • Hung up my new camper lights
  • Rode in an ambulance
  • Got a new pepperoni roll recipe
  • Made Oreo pie
  • Ate smores
  • Spent more than six hours in the emergency room on Saturday night
  • Got aggravated at the lack of 3G service
  • Puked
  • Attempted unsuccessfully to upload pictures to Facebook
  • FREAKED OUT when Stevie passed out
  • Smiled when I saw McDaddy’s face for the first time in two weeks
  • Laughed with friends
  • Cut up strawberries
  • Seriously laughed out loud at Becky’s guest post 
  • Remembered I didn’t have an iPad
  • Got my leg hair singed at the campfire
  • Cried
  • Ate breakfast at Bob Evans
  • Researched the iPhone proximity sensor
  • Brought McDaddy up to date on the last two weeks
  • Prayed hard
  • Caused a horrendous mix-up with campsites
  • Cleaned up four HUGS spills
  • Decided to never again allow HUGS in the camper
  • Watched my boy put on a brave face
  • Had a chocolate milkshake at Fat Eddie’s Ice Cream shack
  • Cut my finger
  • Went to Wal-Mart
  • Checked Facebook
  • Prayed harder
  • Googled ‘the spleen’
  • Praised God

What did YOU do this weekend?