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I have good days and I have bad days, which is expected. But I’m not miserable all the time.
A few weekends ago, we went to the Bank of America 500. Last year Mar was here. They boys went to the race and the girls (us, Shannon and Shannon) went out and we had a fantastic time. Hard to believe a year has passed and I miss her so. This year we went again. It was O’s first race and she was lukewarm about it. I’m not a huge race fan, but there is something about feeling the thunder in the stands as the cars go by and being under the lights that gets the adrenaline going. O roots for “Smoke” (a.k.a. Tony Stewart) and I will pull for Junior (Dale Earnhardt, Jr.) because he drives the 88 National Guard car. Y’all know that no matter what I have going on in my life, I love our Soldier boys and girls (and Marines, Airmen, Coasties…)
Last weekend we met up with a long time friend, M, and her husband JT and went to the SC State Fair. It was my first state fair. Ever. Seriously. It was okay. Fabul-O rode some rides…and Uncle JT got his first ride on the Wacky Worm roller coaster. They don’t have children, so it was a super treat for him. O kept her head down until the very end, at which time she proclaimed she had a fantastic time.
We ate fried pickles…I couldn’t bring myself to have fried butter even though I wanted to so, so badly. And I also managed to stay away from the Krispy Kreme burger known by many as a Luther Burger.
And one of us sacked out before we made it back to the interstate to come home.
We had a good time. I have always said friends are the family we get to choose and M has been part of my family since 1992. Wish we saw them more often.
It was a nice couple of family days. The sun was shining brightly and the weather was perfect. Days aren’t always this good, but I’m trying to make note of all the good and, one of these days, they should outweigh the bad. I hope.
Coming soon…an attempt at apple picking.
Today I went skydiving. I’ve had to put it off a few times because of the weather, but it was awesome! I only had a few moments that I was scared and snuck in a few extra prayers. I wasn’t sure what to expect, so I was pleased and had tons ‘o fun. It’s HARD catching your breath when you’re moving so fast and my ears had a time adjusting, but it was a clear day, my instructor was awesome and we had a “textbook” landing. I’ve never had an adrenaline rush like that. Ever. I’ll probably do it again at some time, but we’ve got some other pretty big things going on right now, so I chose to not spend the money on that. Hopefully by next week I can show you what else we’ve got going on …
Have a wonderful week.
I often wonder what certain things will look like on me, if I were to buy them. Something tells me with this shirt, I simply won’t look like the picture.
I’m serious about the mud run. Will might not think I am and most people I tell about it roll their eyes at me, but I am. We will have to have a four-person team so I’m hoping he’ll get serious about it and we can get him through physical therapy to participate. He is supposed to tell his therapist about it and let them decide what they think the likelihood is he will be able to participate. If he can’t then I need 3 more. Anyone? Anyone?
Dr. Huha listened to my plea to get me off the seizure medication and we’re working my way backwards to something much more mild. He suggested, in front of my 4-1/2 year old, that I practice safe relations to avoid the three-headed baby I’m concerned about should my eggs do something asinine like fertilize. A herd of wild buffalo led by Cindewella and Pwince Chahming couldn’t have broken her trance off her mindless scribbling, but the word s.e.x. had her at full attention. He did that scream-whisper when he repeated it like I didn’t understand it the first two times he said it. Jayzus man…I get it! That wasn’t an “I’m confused” look. It was more of an “I’m terrified because now I have to avert a s.e.x. explanation when I leave here” look.
Anyway, Dr. Huha has reconfigured my medication and I should be able to hit the gym soon. I’m totally ready for this. Giving up my indulgences is another story. I’m having a hard time sticking too that…as I have been for quite some time.
I researched shoes. And I found these. I could have picked the boring blue, but I wanted the bright pink. 10% off be damned. I was able to search out a 20% off coupon code on retailmen0t(dot)com. With free shipping. And they are a Upromise partner. And they have free returns should I not like my new kicks. win-win-win-win.
We are also in the wee beginnings of something new. It’s pretty big and we aren’t sure what the outcome will be or if it will even work out for us. We could use some prayers and some good wishes for the best possible outcome, whatever that may be. I’ll update on it as soon as I can, but it may not be for several months, so keep us tucked in the recesses of your mind, wouldja?
Contractor called today. They want to frame the room addition tomorrow and set the windows and doors. They’ll have to come back another day to do siding and inside, but should be no more than a 2-day job. We’ll install the lighting and whatnot. It’s not fayncee, but it’s something. I got a lil nervous about not having a permit since most of the structure was already here (slab and roof), but applied anyway. Neighbor did same project without permit. Code enforcement will come inspect ours and I’m afraid he’ll get busted. Conscience is in my way, but I did what I felt we needed to do. Fine is double the cost of permit. We picked up the 2x4s, door, and insulation today. Windows we’ve had for a couple of weeks. Siding we couldn’t agree on because I didn’t see the exact thing he said to get, so I’ll let contractor pick it up. Kudos to Lowe’s for giving military discount. Need to pick out the lighting – think I’ve found what I like and it’s on clearance – blinds and floor covering. Pieces of cake.
Guesties arrive next week. So excited. The boys are going to the race. There’s gonna be a girl’s night out in the BIG city. Shannon and Shanny will be joining us so it’s sure to be a blast. Can’t wait.
Until next time….
My little brain spasms are back. With a slight vengeance. I have a headache for the third week in a row, but it’s manageable with OTC medication. My seizure medicine will produce a baby with three heads should my eggs decide to do something asinine like fertilize. I don’t think it’s working, so I’m oddly concerned that I’m not seizing like Dr. Huha (HeadUpHisAss) thinks I am, but I could be. Who knows. I have tremors at night when I rest sometimes.
Last weekend, we were at C0stco and I got disoriented, which I refer to as getting lost in my brain. I get slight dizzy spells from time to time and I’ll feel a feeling of warmth wash over me, but usually it’s nothing too terrible. Then I get a weird thumping feeling in my chest. Imagine yourself at a concert too close to a speaker and you feel the vibrations moving through your body. That’s the sensation. Sunday was bad. Will was with me and I totally lost track of me, my environment and what I was doing. I couldn’t help but cry. Right there in the store. Next to an end cap of noodles. My FIL gets disoriented at times and I could never understand how he felt when he tried to describe it. But now I know. It is one of the scariest feelings around. I went home and laid down. Olivia drew a picture. When I asked her what it was, she said it was me. In bed sick. I cried again. My child sees me as sick all the time. I’m not, I just get lost in my brain, but I don’t know how to explain it to her in words she’ll understand. I try not to make too much of the headaches because it scares her. But she sees me as sick. I’m tired of being sick. I’m tired of being tired. I’m tired of being snappy. I’m tired of being void of energy. I’m tired of being tired of being tired of stuff. I’m tired of getting lost in my brain.
So, next week, I’m going back to see Dr. Huha and see what we can do. I think the medication is keeping me from getting “better” enough to feel better. I think it’s taking my energy and making me less happy than I want to be. No, it’s not the root of all my ills and issues, but anything that has the side effect of a baby with multiple heads has the capability to bring one into a constant state of pissed offness.
I need to get better. I need to get healthy. I need a challenge and I’ve found one. I want to do a mud run. I think the closest one to me is in Columbia, SC unless Carolina Marines does another one at Belmont Abbey College. I have one year to get my crap together to do it. I really, really want to. Has anyone ever done one or know anyone who has?? I’ve read about the one atCamp Pendleton and hear it’s exhausting, but totally fun. I told Will I want us to do it; I think we can do a two man team, unless some of ya’ll who are local wanna go it with us for a four man team. I have one year to get into shape for it. I can do it. I know I can. I have to work on my discipline, though. And until I get this blah Eeyore-ish feeling to go away, I can’t do that. Which means from time to time I may pimp for support…ya’ll up for the pimping?