Sunday, July 31, 2011

What a weekend

Last week I went upta The County to see my friends son get married. I remember when he was born. I can't believe he is old enough to be married. It was a beautiful wedding but I didn't get to take one picture because Dane fell asleep at the beginning of the ceremony and woke up as the happy couple were walking out the door. 

This park is the park that I grew up by. Does that sound right? It has changed so much but not at all.

I introduced my son to stick races. I think I have him hooked.

We even made time to stop at the fair. I really missed my hometown fair. The best fries anywhere. I always loved seeing the animals and it seemed like the stalls went on forever. We had to cut or trip a bit short though and head for home. We have another adventure to go on and Carsick is probably going to be puking her way across the mid west. I'll keep you posted but don't forget to pray for me I'm going to need it!

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Tuesday, July 26, 2011

I'm so Vain

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Last week started out to be a great week. VBS, wonderful kids and lots and lots of sunshine!
It all came to a crashing halt last Wednesday morning.
I still can't stop crying about it.
I have (had) a crown on the upper right side (5th tooth from center) of my mouth. On the way to VBS while eating a munchkin felt it slip. Uh Oh, I thought. At first I was upset but then I wasn't. I called the dentist as soon as I was able and they got my in that very afternoon. Dane and Chrissy rode with me the hour and a half trek to the dentist. It was a great trip. Chrissy was an angel. She read a book on the way down and at the end of every chapter she stopped to tell me about it and discuss what happened. We haven't had a discussion that hasn't turned into a pissing match in ages. I was so thankful and proud of her. Dane slept.
I thought (my mistake) that once I got there I would be in and out in the blink of an eye. They would remove the crown, clean it out and cement it back on.
When Dr. N pulled it off I heard a crack and saw his eyes widen. My tears started to fall. Dr. N just kept saying over and over,"Just breathe Melissa, Just breathe."  I felt my entire world crumble. Before he even told me what happened I already knew. Part of the tooth broke. Which only can mean one thing. It can't be fixed it has to be pulled. I wanted to be sick.
We left to drive back home and I had an appointment the very next day with the oral surgeon to have it pulled. My children we amazingly wonderful on the way home.
That night I had my recurring dream of waking up and looking in the mirror and going to brush my teeth and when I open my mouth I only have black stubs and missing teeth. My dream was coming true. I started throwing up at four am.
I made my morning appointment and didn't have to wait. Everything went well with the exception that my tooth shattered into many little pieces and because of that and all of the rooting around he had to do I ended up having to have stitches. I was back on the road in under forty five minutes but the pain is still with me today.
I cannot explain to you how devastating this has been to me. I have spent thousands on my teeth starting back when I was fifteen and paid for my own braces by getting a job. My husband has perfect teeth not one filling in his entire head. Me my teeth have more silver than I know what to do with. When I was pregnant for Kadie I threw up allllllllllll of the time. Even though I brushed the acid wrecked my teeth. Before I had Kadie I didn't have one filling. Then when I had the other girls I went in for cleanings every three months because I was so sick and wanted my teeth to be okay. The dentist said then I would have problems and now I do.
When I smile it shows. I have to wait for at least twelve weeks before they can do anything because the space has to heal. An implant is almost five grand and my dental doesn't cover it. I can't even look at Z. I know it sickens him I can tell just by his eyes. They won't meet mine.....
I don't know why I care so much. Its a tooth not cancer. How vain am I? Maybe its because I now look like a lowlife and its not fair. I brush and floss. I go to the dentist regularly. I use fluoride rinse and everything else they tell me to get. I never have plaque or tarter so why DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME!? Crap crap on a stick. 

Friday, July 22, 2011


This week we have had VBS. For those of you that don't know what that is, it stands for Vacation Bible School.
My kids love it. It's not yo mommas VBS.

Everyday this week my young man bounced out of bed ready to roll for another great day. Every night he sang us new songs he learned as he drifted off to sleep. I never knew how much I would love this child.

I still think that Mimi will be in the missionary field when she grows up. I don't think she is going to settle down and be a mom at a very young age. At her age I already knew that I only wanted to be a wife and a mom. She wants to travel the world and tell them about Jesus. Either that or be the first female quarterback for the Green Bay Packers...... 

Thursday, July 14, 2011


 The Little boy over hearing a conversation the little girl and I were having......
The little boy tells the little girl: If your getting a new dress make sure it covers your B-gina.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Bug Bites Dead Vehicles Growing Girls and other Junk

Little Z got bit by something. He woke up yesterday morning with a little red mark under his eye. I took this picture last night. This morning its even worse. Mimi and one of her friends bought him a ten foot long Caterpillar that has ABC's on it from a yard sale. They said it stunk like ciggies so they sprayed an entire bottle of Febreeze on it before they gave it to him. I can see you all cringe now. So today I am moving all of the junk out of my big freezer to make room for mister Caterpillar. While I'm at it and since all other stuffed animals in little Z's room have been exposed I'm going to chuck them in also. What I really want to do is throw them all away. I have shivers crawling up my body thinking of all the varmint's that could be in his room breeding and multiplying on this hot, humid, rainy day.

This past week I took the truck in to be inspected. It was an epic fail. It needs four new tires and a cv boot and some arm thingy. Tires for the truck are pricey. So I brought the truck home and parked her. Z told me it will be up and running in a week or so. Then he said bring the van around and I'll see what I can do to get that back up and running. I would have but when I tried to move the van, one of the back tires wouldn't even spin. Um.......Uh Oh. When I parked it three months ago it just needed a new water pump. (maybe) Now the tires won't spin. I knew Z wouldn't be happy. Again the motto-Missy breaks it-Z fixes it was in use. Z spent many hours replacing the emergency brakes that had stuck to my back brakes. He had to use a huge power saw just to cut off the brake drums because the emergency brake was so corroded. The same emergency brake that we have paid to have fixed TWICE already! Now my lovely mom mobile has a new emergency brake, brake drums, pads and whatever else goes along with that. I went on a test drive after helping bleed the brakes and Z was driving backwords very fast and slammed on the breaks. I then remembered why I am Carsick in Kennebec. I jumped out of the van and ran around the side of the house and puked. WIll it ever go away!?
So now that is hopefully taken care of Z can move on to the water pump. I pray to Baby Jesus (who doesn't love a baby) that nothing else is wrong with it. I really don't know how much more pressure Z can take.

The girls are growing nicely. We still don't have a coop for them. I'm getting nervous. Z has been working crazy hours and between vehicle repairs and emergency household problems we haven't (We, ha ha ha ha ) haven't been able to start it. They don't seem to mind though. Last week they happily munched through a fifty pound bag of food. Thirty chicks eat lots of food. I'm saving all fruit and veggie scraps and giving it to them now. They really like mushy bananas. Me, not so much, so it all works out. My fridge gets cleaned out and the girls get a treat.
While Z worked on my van, little Z sat in the driveway digging holes. He can't stand to be far away from his daddy. Every now and again Z would be under the van and say,"Little Z, I need the pliers." and little Z would race over to grab whatever he needed and give them to him. He 's only four and already he knows the name of more tools than I do. With any luck I may never have to be Z's helper again.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

The fourth wasn't the day I thought it would be. I hate parades and so I managed to get out of going. Why on earth would anyone want to go and sit in the heat to watch a bunch of people walk by them? I just don't get it. I really don't. The floats are par the singing worse (with the exception of our church float) (I don't want to get into hot water because they work REALLY hard on it) I absolutely cringe when my kids tell me that they are in a parade. I really do. I do whatever I can to try and dissuade them from being in it. It rarely works out for me.
We ended up at the lake for a few hours and then home to cook out. I'm not a firework fan either (SURPRISE SURPRISE) but I was convinced to go that night. We drove over to the town they were being held in and I have never seen so many people. TO SEE FIREWORKS!!!! It was awful. Beyond awful. Did I ever say I hate crowds?
So we backtracked through town and hit the old road heading home. About a mile or so from town is a big hill and as we were approaching said hill we noticed cars and trucks parked on both sides of it. So we pulled over and set up camp to watch the show.

It was so foggy out that I didn't know how much we would actually see but it turned out okay. The kids didn't seem to mind and I think from now on that's where we'll park.

My beautiful butterfly.

The bugs were thick and the fireworks went on and on and on and then on some more. I thought I was going to implode. Thankfully they ended and home we went.

Monday, July 4, 2011

The Lazy Blogger

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I have been a lazy blogger. It's not like I don't have enough to write about. I wake up in the middle of the night with enough fotter to keep everyone thinking I'm crazy for years. The problem is...I scared to write about it. I mean, I think I'm funny. The trouble is no one else around this place I call home thinks I'm the slightest bit amusing. That makes for some confusion in my simple little mind. Which really isn't simple since I know I process everything to DEATH. I wake up at night and for hours I lay in bed tossing and turning my mind running at 100mph about anything and everything. It just won't stop. I think when this happens again I'm going to roll out of bed stagger down the stairs and blog. Just let all the crazy in my head come on out. Then maybe after a few times I'll be able to sleep again. Or maybe this will be my thing.........
Well anyway.. Happy Fourth of July to everyone and especially all of our troops and the families who love them.