It's A Slow Week

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Remember, I'm only typing with one finger. Cut a girl some slack.

Are We Running Late....?

Last Friday my soon-to-be brother-in-law, wow that's a mouthful, asked me "Will y'all be late tomorrow for church?" I responded, "it's not my fault that they are late for church." Now if you would ask anyone that lives here, there would probably be a consensus that it is indeed my fault when we are late. I would whole heartedly dispute that and I have facts to prove it.

• We were never late when I went to school.
• We are not late when I have a dr.'s appt.
• It only takes me about 40 min total, to get ready and be out the door.
• The fam gets up no later than 7:30 and still aren't ready by 9:00.

These facts, IMO, prove that I'm not at fault when we're late. Find someone else to blame.

A Quick Update.....

I know its been a minute since I've written anything, but nothing much has happened. Well, nothing really exciting. I started writing a post about my upcoming road trip that was occurring for the 4th of July, but didn't get an opportunity to complete it, so I deleted it.

Well, school starts in about 3 weeks. I'm somewhat happy, somewhat apprehensive about it all. There are a few things on my to do list and once they are all taken care of, my mind may be at ease, but until then, I'm like a silent maniac. I still need to go to the school and check it out in my other chair and more impotantly, I need to get my transcript mailed. Okay, so that's the work update.

On the home front, I still have a lot of company. Sometimes it's okay, oyher times, notsomuch. All in all, everything is going great. Although I did I ask my mom did she know how to cook for four, b/c pretty soon that's all that'll be here.

Does He Think This Is A Joke?

My brother has proven to me that he really is crazy or out of touch with reality, IMO. He told me that it is a good thing to be hurting or feeling dizzy. Why? This is his response anytime I say I don't feel good: "That just means you're healthy." I guess it's not too bad because sometimes I smile on the inside when he says it, but NEVER should I let him in on this secret. Note: Anyone who is reading this and knows him, I would appreciate it if you don't tell him about this. You may say, he can read it for himself. Trust me, he isn't the least bit interested in reading a blog, so he will not be coming to this site unless someone encourages him.

Okay, back to why I think he is crazy. He brings me pancakes and says, "Keep on eating pancakes, you're going to be sick." Actually sick wasn't the word, but I believe in the power of the tongue, so I choose not to write or repeat what he said. Anyway, we start to talk about the power of the tongue and he says that "the power of the tongue" means from God's tongue. That statement told me that "something isn't right up there."

Now don't get me wrong, I love him dearly, but he needs a little help.

Pain Is No Joke

So I haven't been feeling myself for a couple days now. This pain in my hands, legs, and back has been kicking my butt. One may ask, "How can you be hurting so much if you have no feeling in those areas?" I don't know, but I can't dismiss the fact that I'm hurting. My fingers feel like I have them balled up while simultaneously sticking them with stick or push pins. My legs and back feel like they are on fire and I keep getting these internal shocks going through my leg. The one direction I thought that I could lay and be comfortable isn't working for me anymore. Something is going on and it needs to be fixed immediately. This aching isn't going to get it.

I was once told that a man who was paralyzed told his doctor that he was hurting. The doctor replied that it was all in his head. The paralyzed man told the doctor if he was to hit him with a hammer, would that just be all in his head?

I wish a doctor or anyone would tell me that my pain is in my head.