My high resolution MRI is on Tues the 19th of May. I see the doc on June 1, and his first surgery slot that is long enough for my 4 hour surgery is June 8. I will still be able to go to the family reunion, but it kind of sucks because I won't be feeling 100% better.
Seriously, I can handle quite a bit before I begin to fall apart and I have definitely hit my threshold.
1) The tumor in my spinal canal needs to come out before it grows too big and begins to entangle nerves.
2) I've already been sick so many times this year that I am out of FMLA and thus am not protected for the 4-6 weeks it will take to heal from the surgery
3) I emailed HR to see if there are other options for me to keep my job, and no one has emailed me back or talked to me about it. I see fired in my future
4) If the surgery isn't done in the next two weeks I will have to miss our yearly family reunion on the lake and Gib's grandma was diagnosed with advanced breast cancer and it could very well be her last family reunion. I can't miss that.
5) If it is done soon I will miss my son's soccer tournament in KC, where we also plan on spending time with Gib's grandma.
6) I have this freaking ridiculous skin condition called dermatographism where basically if anything touches me or I scratch or rub any part of my body it breaks out in hives and then gets really itchy. Sometimes I end up scratching SO much that every inch of my arms our legs are covered in hives. Three different antihistamines don't make it better.
7) It was foggy this morning and I watched a car slam into a flatbed truck. I started shaking and crying and was convinced I was going to be in a wreck before I ever even got here. Panic attacks on busy highways are not good.
8) The kids? Well they're acting their ages, but right now it's just too much for me to handle.
I really need a break. I have a feeling I will be leaving work early.
Working as a neuro tech in the OR. I will be making double what I make now in 6-12 months, and $20000 more than I make now to start. I can't say anything anywhere (um, facebook) though since it's not 100% written in stone, and could cost me my job. I am supposed to be having the tumor in my back removed, but Gib and I can't figure out how we could possibly get our bills paid if I'm out 4-6 weeks. I will post more when I have more details, but surgery job? WHOOOHOOO!
No, not mine. It was my oldest daughter's junior prom. She and I had a big 'ol fight the morning of, but I think it was just both of us fighting the reality that next year will be her LAST prom (Sniffle, sniffle sob)
I learned a couple things- a) it's worth $50 to have someone style your daughter's hair. I am never ever ever doing hair for important events again. But: look how cute it turned out:
I've learned she will NEVER believe me on lipstick color, especially if she's in a last minute panic attack, but I think it looks pretty, don't you? (BTW this is her panic attack face, thrown in with the lipstick. A two-fer!!!)
I didn't get any shots of her yelling at me and starting to cry, or me yelling at her that she will ruin her eyeshadow if she lets ONE. SINGLE. TEAR. out of her eyes,
This is my very favorite shot although I had to photoshop out a LOT of cleavage. A. LOT. I'm not sure everyone else will like it, especially the grandparents (since I cut off the top of her head), but I love the composition. What do you think of this one?
And oh my gah.... the texting. It never ends!
And pics of Kelsie and her boyfriend. He is a really great, respectful, kind boy who isn't afraid to tell Kelsie how wonderful and beautiful she is. I told him once that I thought he was really good for her and I couldn't tell him how much I appreciated that and he told me that he wanted to thank me for giving him the opportunity to date her. Yeah, yeah, it sounds too good to be true, but you know what? It's not. And my beautiful daughter deserves Prince Charming.
My baby is really spreading her wings. For now, I feel confident that I have taught her the important lessons about love, trust, self-respect and self-esteem. I hope they stay with her forever.
About a month ago my oldest dog Ginger and I went to a four hour training and herding instinct class that was put on by the local sheep herding group. Can I just tell you right now? Sheep herding is HARD. Even when the sheep are goats. I literally didn't understand anything in the 2 hours of inside class time, other than our instructor loved border collies, regular collies, even Corgis, but not German shepherds. Which was kind of dumb because half of their class consisted of German shepherds and their people. This woman literally told us the many different ways German shepherds were unsuitable herding dogs. Also? I don't think she spoke english. I've never been more confused about a lesson in my entire life. I had to keep asking people who had done this before "what the heck does that mean?" I'm sure that didn't get old. It really made no sense to me.
We practiced with a titled border collie and I was totally "Yay"ed by the instructor. But I was just walking back and forth, because that much I understood of the "12 and 6". It seems, though, that regardless of what the instructor lady said earlier, German shepherds are pretty good herders as evidenced by my dog's appearance on their mass email about the class. Ginger was one of three dogs on the cover. Isn't she pretty? (and having SO much fun!!!)
My confusion is totally evident by this:
I mean, really? I think *I'm* herding those goats! Why are they behind me? I don't even know how this picture happened but the instructor lady and Ginger seem to have a clue what's going on. The goats and I? Just getting out of the way, I think. Or maybe my lovely purple and orange under black ensemble has confused the hell out of everyone. What can I say? It was 41 degrees and miserably cold so I put on my hat, pulled up my hood and borrowed some purple gloves (apparently....... because I don't own purple gloves). I think it was a fun day, but it's still up in the air. My dog the goat herder loved it. I'm not sure. I'm still confused by my outfit.
And I'm not even sure why. I have HOURS to write while at work, but never feel inspired to do so. I'm always too tired at home. And I never feel like I have anything to say, but I always have something to say. I haven't been commenting either and I think I'm non-blogging myself into non-existence. I need to figure out the reason for my apathy and fix it. I'm going to try and do that.
But otherwise: dogs are good, kids are good and the freaking ridiculous pay cuts that my husband has to keep taking so that a freaking multi-national company can stay afloat is causing more stress than my body can absorb. Yet, with my stupid job that I hate, everyone just gets raises. So I stay at my stupid job and my husband stays at his stupider job and being completely and totally broke sucks ass. It didn't bother me when we were 20, it bothers me a hell of a lot at 36. It shouldn't be this bad.
Done whining. Maybe I'll do a cute dog or kid post later.
This is one of her "crazy Jenny" antics to keep the blogging world from knowing WHY she all of a suddent is all claw-y and stuff. This dear, sweet lady is not dealing with rheumatoid arthritis. As a matter of fact what she does have is 4 incubating penises that have waylaid her soul. Why our Jenny you might ask? Sweet, lovable Jenny- how did this happen? We should all use our imaginations here so we can have a slightly minor, slightly gross internet pornfest TOGETHER people. That's the beauty of it. But really the "chemo drugs" (prenatal vitamins) have made her brain a little mushy. She somehow (probably in a drug induced haze) has convinced herself that pregnancy and rheumatoid arthritis are the same thing--- we all know how she loves to do that. With my super-sleuthing skills I was able to receive a copy of a top secret document that shows us just how many steps ahead of us she is. But now that I know, everyone should know so I want to invite everyone who loves our precious bloggess to meet at her blog. This flyer says it all......
my grandmother-in-law. Now there a few reasons I dislike them, but it's almost solely concentrated on Gib's dad so when I don't count him I know I'm SO blessed with good in-laws.
This pic shows better than anything why Gib's grandma is the greatest in the world:
It's VERY hard to believe this is my middlest child.... she's all grown up and purty! When did this happen?
I managed to get the sparkles on the snow/ice. I'm impressed with myself on this one.
And just one more:
Me snow bowling for kids. I got three in one shot! I win!!!
Mia, our cute little mutt puppy.
She actually is more like Mia the gerbil- at least in size.
Blurry, sleeping Eagle.
Eagle and Ginger. Don't they look alike?
