more GweNIV translations

I tried to convince Addie to try out for a community theater production of

Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat.

"Tried to convince" really means I bribed her with $100.

What can I say, I am an encourager.

I also tried to convince Steve to try out

(there are lots of male parts characters)

for the part of Pharoah, who sings like Elvis,

Steve's fave.

Gwen overheard me talking to him on the phone

as I told him the part had his "name all over it."

Once I had hung up, she asked,

"Does is say 'Daddy, Daddy, Daddy' 

or 'Steve, Steve, Steve'?"

Gwen: Mommy, what's your favorite color?

Me: Oh, it depends on the day.

Gwen: What day is today?

Me: Saturday.

Gwen: What is your favorite color on Saturday?

Gwen about to cut off lots of her thick beautiful hair.

I just couldn't keep up.

*Sigh*

My baby girl will be five this week:(

my new little pills

I just discovered I have a hypothyroid. I will spare you the details, but the past couple of months I've had some pretty bizarre and unexplainable symptoms leading me to believe I had a blood clot in my leg, a brain tumor and/or I was about to have a stroke. This past week was the scariest, leading me to the ER where I was sure I was about to die and yet was unwilling to be admitted due to a high insurance deductible. I think that qualifies me as a "die hard penny pincher." Give me the choice of a gamble with extinction or $1500 out of pocket, I choose the crapshoot of death. Afraid and wanting to be in capable hands in the event that I did stroke out, I stayed in the ER waiting room with my poor scared girlies who had just been quizzed on emergency cell phone usage until Steve was able to pick me up and take me to an open Dr. appointment down the road.

Welp, after some testing that involved laying flat on my back with my naked "I nursed four babies" boobies hanging next to me (humiliation), peeing in a cup, and some blood work, the results were in. Phew! I am so relieved! At one point in the waiting room, one of the girls came over to hug me (I was in tears) and then another and then another and then another. It felt like a scene out of a tragic movie, and I was sure this was the last memory the girls would ever have of me. I'm getting emotional just thinking about it. Then again, emotional instability can be a symptom of hypothyroidism.

There are many symptoms of a hypothyroid, making me confident that this little pill I now have to take every morning an hour before eating will change my life for the better. I thought I would share just a few of my expected results.

• I will effortlessly drop 30 pounds.
• I will remember to mail every bill and birthday/thank you card on time.
• I will stay awake for romantic comedies and Steve's late night ramblings about Bin Laden's death conspiracies.
• I will have a full head of thick shiny hair and will no longer need mousse or Drain-o.
• I will have the focus and energy to design and implement a weekly menu plan.
• I will have healthy regular bowel movements.
• I will have the mental clarity and discipline to become a fabulous guitarist.
• I will be a Fun Mommy.
• I will have the energy to coach Addie's softball team and dig up all the grass clumps still in our garden plot.
• I will catch up on laundry.
• I will post weekly blog entries that fall under the "witty" and "charming" categories.
• I will have the focus necessary to read and understand my camera manual.
• I will become a skilled hip-hop dancer.

So, that's it. I have an answer. And a little pill that is about to rock my world:)

on deadlines

I have always needed a deadline to be productive. Yes, I was the one who waited till the night before a term paper was due to pull an all-nighter. I need to know that company will be arriving in few hours before I manage to collect enough dust bunnies from the stairs to stuff a body pillow. And I need a friend to link to my blog calling it "witty" and "charming" before I can barely manage to pull myself out of my "much too long" Mother's Day nap stupor to post something non-whiney.

Witty and charming. Ready. Set. Go.

...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Okay. That is too much pressure. Even for me.

It is supposed to get into the 90s today! BLECK! I can already feel the humidity induced blemishes surfacing on my chin. On the other hand, I am absolutely giddy about the garden we have planned this year. I have seeds started both at home and at the nursing home where I work and my beans are already a foot tall! I have to say, I feel like a little kid when it comes to things growing out of the dirt. God is a fabulous magician, and even though I know the outcome of seed + dirt + sun + water, I still stand flabbergasted on the mornings the first little shoots have managed to poke their little heads above the soil. Amazing.


And that's it folks. An incredible failed attempt at "witty" and "charming." And now I'll post a picture of my dream gardens so you forget how lame my blog is.