I remember reading this after my mom passed away.
I really love this poem.



God saw you getting tired,
And a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around you,
And whispered “Come to me”.

With tearful eyes we watched you,
And saw you pass away.
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts
to prove to us,
He only takes the best.

By Therese Pearman

So I've broken the tip of my right index finger. According to the orthopedic surgeon that worked on it, I shattered it pretty good and had to have surgery on it with two pins put in.

It happened at home on a wooden folding laundry room door. I was angry and went to slam it shut and my finger got caught in the hinge. (Me and doors do not mix well at all....I also may have a bit of an anger issue).

The local finally wore off and It's VERY sore. Hence why I'm up now. I ate something and took the pain pills. Just waiting for them to kick in.

Yay...we're finally getting the rain we so desperately needed.

I'm sooooo tired lately. I think I'm not getting the right vitamins or something. Ergh.

I lost another 2.2 pounds for a total of 24.4. This is joyful. Especially after the past few weeks of yo-yoing I've been doing.

I don't want to go to work. I so wish we could win the lottery or something. Ethan has been very Mommy clingy lately and it kills me a bit inside when I hear him calling "Mommy!" in that sad little boy voice as I'm walking out the door. :(

2 weeks ago: Gained .6
Last week: Stayed the same

This week: LOST 6.4

For a total of 23.2 lbs GONE.

I rock hard core!!

Nothing sucks more than going to take a shower and having the handle for the faucet BREAK OFF in your hand.

Come on...I know I'm strong but this is ridiculous.

At least the Angel that's on this morning is one of the ones with Eliza Dushku. I so love her.

Peace, dear heart, the bugle has blown.
Life's music has faded away:
But there echo still those joyous airs
That you would have us play.

Yes! Play and keep on playing.
Our spirits blithe and gay.
For you loved life and its living.
With Nature in full panoply.

We hear you say, "Let no one mourn:
For me let no one weep.
The wind is in the tree tops -
Hark! It has gone - let me sleep."

~Dr. Irving S. Cutter




( Weep no more... )

We went to Mount Carmel today to walk around and take pictures. My sole purpose was to find Al Capone's grave.

We found it.

The cigar was already there.




Of course as we first started walking around J mentioned all the Italian names and I said "Hence why Al Capone is here." Then J asked me if I took him to a mob cemetery.

Heh Heh...kinda yeah.

There are a ton more pictures that I'll post later, I just had to show this one.

I had a flat tire Wednesday night. Joy.

I have a head cold now. Double Joy.

Ethan didn't nap today and he probably should have as he is now being a pain in the booty. Triple Joy.

Could everyone tell me what make and model camera you have. I have some FANTASTIC photographers on my FL and I want to know what "tool" they use as I'm interested in getting more into photography and will possibly want to take some classes in it soon.

Thanks in advance!

Have I mentioned that I ROCK?

I do.


Seriously.


Down another 4 pounds.

Total so far: 17.4 pounds ERASED.

Ethan didn't like the fireworks. Not one bit. We left the house about 1 hr 45 mins before the fireworks started so we could go to Walgreens to get bug spray and some little things and then we got the spot for the fireworks about an hour before they started and found a prime spot. We sat there and I got a crick in my hip from sitting on the ground only to have to leave 5 minutes after the fireworks started because Ethan was scared witless.

And let me tell you, with my knee and hip as they are me getting up off the ground is quite the spectacle. Theres a lot of flailing and cursing and prayers. And that's just from the people sitting around me. Anyway...

Nothing like the first year we took him out and he fell asleep during the middle of them. Oh well. Next year should be better.

And another bonus. So far this apartment complex seems to be a LOT quieter fireworks wise. No punk kids letting them off outside the window.

I've got a bit of a headache from the sulfur smell. Ech.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad. I promise not to come after you with a rabid kitten with glowing eyes, either way.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

So for dinner I made some YUMMY turkey brats on my little in kitchen grill pan. They were good. I enjoyed mine.

We had one left so Jay and I were going to split it. I just ripped into my half like the meat eating beast I am. And promptly choked on the brat skin.

Oh but I didn't just choke on it. The skin seemingly wrapped around my uvula and proceeded to gag me. I couldn't cough and get it loose, I couldn't drink water, nothing.

Jay suggested I gargle some water and that THANKFULLY got it loose and out of my body. I of course was in a panic while this happened and kept having visions of death via brat skin. I kept thinking of balloons and this must be what it's like to choke on one.

Yeah...only me.

Down another 3 pounds.

Total gone : 13.4

Go me!

Tips: This time around I'm writing down what I eat every day and I'm not calling the day/night after weigh in my 'freebee'. Last time around I would weigh in during the day and after the meeting I would go get fast food for lunch and not count it. Definately didn't work for myself!

Bubba of cours had to get in on the action...

( One or two more... )

I think tomorrow I'm going to take a shower, do my hair, slap on some makeup and take some pictures of mahself. It's been a while.