Oh No I Dih-uhnt!

How totally lame is this? It's Thanksgiving eve. I've just left Sam's Club. I didn't experience a disgruntled shopper trying to grab the last pie, I haven't been sleep deprived since Sunday, and it's payday. So tell me why this happened...

I'm sitting at a light waiting to turn. It's taking for ever so I start focusing on the radio. I'm so excited today because Sunny 106.5 has started playing non-stop Christmas music. So I'm listening happily, the song ends and one of the Onstar commercials comes on. I like them because they sound sooo funny...I know, I know, real life drama shouldn't be so amusing but I have a dark side (like Shontell) and I like to laugh at them. Anyway, I go from tapping to the beat on the steering wheel to thinking I'm going to have a great ride home reminiscing about this hilarious Onstar customer and, instead I end up crying! Over a freaking Onstar commercial! AND, the driver wasn't even hurt! What the heck? That is soo wack!

Blah Blah Blah...

I'm having a really sucky day. The kind that, from the time you wake up 'til the end of the day, it just plain sucks, so I'm blogging about it with this really perky Christmas background, hoping to feel better.

Three-day weekend, (technically 4 days with no school tomorrow) supposed to get tons of stuff done, ergo...nothing has gotten done. The kids have vegged all weekend (my fault), everything we said we were going to do is still not done (my fault) and something else insignificant, like watching tv, happened instead at the time we said we were going to do our "project". It's now almost 5 on Monday, the house is messy, I have NO energy, we're all arguing...SUCKS!

We were supposed to put up Christmas lights, straighten up the living room, get the tree up in the family room, get some minor "household" projects completed, and have all day today to relax and do whatever we wanted. Didn't happen! Oh, and we were supposed to go to church yesterday. DIDN'T HAPPEN. Grrr.

Well, there's always tomorrow. We're both back to work in the morning so, NOT!

TURKEY! TURKEY! TURKEY!

Yummmm, I love November. It's one of the best tasting months! December is great because of all the Christmas cookies and treats, but November is the month you get the first official turkey dinner! I can't wait!

Here's some other great things I like about November...

getting chilly

piles of leaves

Christmas music

Christmas movies

CHRISTMAS STORY!

almost cold enough to start a fire

warm sweaters

start buying for Thanksgiving dinner

pull out the Christmas decorations

put up the tree

good movies are premiering for the holidays

more days off of school

The Grinch!

football

christmas shopping

get to light my Salt City "winter" candles

fuzzy slippers

Disneyland!

This IS Halloween!

Here's to our FAVORITE skeleton, Jack Skellington!
It wouldn't be Halloween without him!

Mayor of Halloween Town...."Great Halloween everybody."

Jack...."I believe it was our most horrible yet! Thank you everyone."

Olivia as Sally

No, She's Not My Favorite!

It looks like I only have ONE child because most of my posts are about Meghan but, in my defense, she's the only one with anything going on lately and, besides she IS the cutest thing evuhr!

She turned 6 on the 14th, but today was her party. We doubled up with one of her best friends, Mackenzie, who turned 5 on the 22nd, and had a "princess" party at the park.

Isn't this kid's hair totally hilarious?!!!

Meggie's 6!!!

Exactly 6 years ago, TODAY, Meghan entered this world!

Sunday, October 14th at 7:30 p.m., while trying to enjoy a piece of chocolate cake in my hospital room, all hell broke loose. After a good cry while on the phone with my friend Retta because I missed my family and was sooo tired of living at Sunrise for the past 2 months, I started to feel really weird. I opened my eyes after what I thought had been just a few minutes, to a barage of doctors and nurses working on me with all kinds of noisy equipment. They proceeded to tell me I had crashed, the baby had crashed, they finally have a heart beat but it's too fast and they have to take her now. ACK! Wait, I need to call my husband! Where's my doctor? I need to remind him NOT TO FORGET TO TIE MY TUBES! Most important, WHERE'S MY CHOCOLATE CAKE?!!!!!!!

My doctor arrived and he DID remember that I wanted my tubes tied. Jon was on his way. They have to do an emergency C-section, no time for an epidural, have to put me under, so Jon can't be in the operating room...he has to watch through a tiny window in the door! My piece of chocolate cake was gone and it would be HOURS before I could eat again! To this day, I don't know what happened to that piece of cake.

Did I mention I'm only almost 32 weeks along, so she's going to be way early and heading straight to the NICU. Of course the staff prepped me for what to expect. THAT was reassuring. Now I have all the worst-case scenarios to think about while on my luxury gurny, rolling at Nascar speed down the hallway to the operating room, all the way coughing non-stop because of the stomach neutralizer crap they shoved down my throat, even though I NEVER got a bite of my beloved chocolate cake! Did I also mention that I had to pee so bad? All that have been pregnant know what happens when you have a full bladder and start coughing!

Long story short, Meghan Claire arrived at 8:49 p.m., 2 months early. She was a tiny little baby bird, weighing all of 2 pounds 4 ounces and 14 inches long. Her lungs were fully developed so she didn't need to be intibated. She was perfect. The cutest little thing. She reminded us of a little cornish game hen. She also reminded us of Dr. Evil's cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, POST cryogenics...hence her nickname, Mrs. Migglesworth.

After all the troubles she and I had during the pregnancy, God brought her in to this world with NO health problems. She was placed in the "feed and grow" section of the NICU. We were so blessed. She's very fiesty. I'm sure that's what helped her through the rough times in the womb.

6 years have flown by. She's so smart. So grown up (but does have her moments). Such a beautiful final addition to our family. It's hard to see her grow so quickly.

Happy Birthday, sweet Miggie Moo.

Our little miracle.

We love you.

October 31, 2001 NICU...first Halloween costume (notice how huge the bib is)

My "Dash"

No, I'm not referring to The Incredible's kid.

I attended a memorial service today and The Dash poem was read.
It begins at a woman's funeral. The eulogizer explains the dates on her tombstone...the joy of her birth and the sadness of her death, but most important was what happened between those dates...the dash...the time spent on earth, and how only those who loved her know how much that little line is worth.

I wondered about MY dash. What will everyone say about me when I'm gone? What will God say when I arrive? Do I show love and appreciation to the people who love me? Do I love the Lord with all my heart? Or, am I wasting my dash?

For the most part I think I'm okay, but there are some areas that could use some change for a more fulfilling journey down the remainder of my life path. I don't need a eugoogoolizer to give me a fancy eugoogooly , but I do want those that love me to smile when they think about the worth of my little line and I DEFINITELY want a smile and a hug from God and a pat on the back with the words "Well done, my good and faithful servant. Well done."