Stay Tuned...

Last month, I went to our old, family farmhouse and scrounged around in the attic for some treasures.

I found some interesting things and took lots of pictures. People used to NEVER throw ANYTHING away! I'll tell you the whole story and share the pictures but right now, I have to settle the kids, run five miles, clean the house, and get dressed (not in that order), so I'll be back!

I Think I Love This Man

I really think I do.

If you can, please support him. He is doing God's work.

Sorry, Antidisestablishmentarianism

There's a new, ridiculous word that no one knows how to use in a sentence on the block...Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis is the winner. Also, it is something that Butch could be in danger of. So, you came in handy in second grade to make me feel smart, but now you will have to be content with your second class status.

Here, I'll use it in a sentence:

"Gee, honey, are you feeling okay today? You've been working at that job now for 12+ years... do you feel like that cough could be something more for instance, Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis? I hope not!"

Now you know.

Oh, heh heh, the wikipedia entry says that it's a facetious word but that just means "made up" and EVERY word is pretty much made up, right? So, that word IS a word as far as I'm concernified. I believe it qualifies for the longest wordificationization.

EMERGENCY!ALERT!PRAY!...UPDATE!

RETROACTIVE PRAYER WORKS TOO! KEEP PRAYING!!!!!!!

Praise GOD!:
"God Bless Everyone!!! Thank you for the prayers!!! I just got my test results back......... There is a noticeable difference in the size of my lymph nodes and the right side of my tounge. They got SMALLER!!!!!! The chemo is working!!! Praise God!! I will continue to take the chemo treatments for about another 3 months. At that point we will determine whats next. Remission? is it possible? With all the love and prayer I believe it is!! This is the first good news we have gotten since September 26 2008. That was the day I was diagnosed. I am so excited I don't know what to write!! I love you all. God bless everyone of you!!! Nicole and I will update again soon. I feel the need to celebrate!!!"



Here is the update for my friend's husband, Michael:


"Hi everyone, I'm back home again!! I feel a little better, stronger. I have a Pet Scan on Thursday at 7:30 am. Hopefully this test will show some sign of improvement. If it does not, then I will stop treatment and put the rest in God's hands. As usual I'm a bit nervous about the results. One good thing about this is, I will have an idea if this treatment is working. As you can imagine I will be praying extra hard tonight. I would like to send a special thanks to Jill and Bill Bartel for the I Tunes gift card. I bought a movie and some music with it. These come in handy when your stuck in a chair for 4 to 5 hours of chemo treatment! Thanks to everyone else who has sent me cd's to put on my Ipod also! One more thank you for all the prayer and support that we receive. We are grateful and proud to belong to such a wonderful community. I will update and let you know the test results as soon as I get them. God bless you all!! Love Mike and Nicole."

Please pray they have some hopeful results. They really need a miracle here.

Birthday Tiny Girl

Tommy's is on the 24th, Mari's on the 26th and Butch's on the 28th of February. I forgot to post about Mari's birthday! Butch's is okay to forget since I never get pictures of him, he hates cake, and whenever his birthday comes around, I'm reminded that I am getting older too so let's just pretend that never happened, m'kay?

Here is a series of pictures I call "the blur":



Those were the clearest shots I got of her on our visit to Chuck E Cheese's, where a Papa can be a kid. That's right, Papa came with us and won a bajillion tickets for his grandbabies to each get a cheap, plastic piece of crapola at the prize counter. Oh YEAH! Some schools had off that day (Friday) and there were about 3 buses of kids there and lots of other people which made it difficult for us to keep an eye on everyone but the kids had a GREAT time! My sister and my brother both came with their 4 and 3 kids so we had 13 kids in our group! They were MAJORLY hopped up on sugar and pizza and pop but it was worth the noise, the headache, and the tacky music playing over the loudspeakers. Mari is STILL talking about how much fun she had and can we go back, Mom?

We have a tradition where Butch's mom and dad come and bring the birthday kid out to pick out a cake, a present, and have a meal at a restaurant with them. Mari took Weazy with to help out. Weazy reported that Mari acted a little bit like a spoiled princess when choosing her gift, but I think they had fun with her anyway. She got a beautiful dress that she's worn nearly every day since then and here she is with her birthday cake:



I oughta get her to pose for pictures sometime. She's just so camera-shy.

Who's Going To Pay For My Hernia Surgery?...

After I busted my gut reading this.

Got It

I deleted that post (if you saw it, you know which one I'm talking about) because I've gotten the answers I was looking for. Thank you for all the good advice! I have some really good pals out there!

Today is Tommy's one year birthday! He pretty much hasn't changed too much in one year except he's taller, chubbier, and can ALMOST walk (I believe he actually has the ability, just not the will). He still looks like a Mr. Potato Head with a lot of teeth and an overbite. He's proving to be very smart and very funn

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An Interesting Perspective on the Housing Crisis

Bocker and I have the most inspired conversations on our bike rides. He noticed the big pile of garbage left by our neighbors who moved out on Monday:

Bocker: HO! THAT'S a HUGE pile of garbage! That's even a bigger pile than WE have!

I love to try to get out alone with him after a run but before supper. The minute we step on the pedals, he comes up with some phrase or suggestion that makes me laugh so hard I can hardly pedal. I try so hard not to show him I'm laughing because I don't want him to stop being funny and start getting self conscious about chattering like he does.

He's ALWAYS been a goofy notice-er. He's always noticed the strangest things that most people don't comment on or don't really even see at all.

His latest notices have been the for sale signs popping up all over the place. It USED to be a novelty to have a for sale sign in the neighborhood. Not so much, anymore. The first one he saw was the neighbor I just mentioned...then, the house next to that...then, the house just a couple doors down from that one. He exclaims about each of these signs like it's some great thing. I see the signs as a sadness. To me, it means one more neighbor we won't get to know, one more neighbor who had to move away, one more neighbor my kids won't grow up with, one more neighbor who can't afford a home. I've been reflecting a LOT lately on what a home really means. I'm too attached to the "things" of this world. It's kind of ironic that the more I try to get rid of "things", the more "things" I need for this family. You can only get rid of so much stuff before life gets REALLY tough. I have to keep my books, puzzles, games, toys, dishes, clothes, food, places to PUT all that stuff, the list goes on...and so does the bickering that there's not enough room for all that stuff!

Anyway, back to the housing crisis. After biking down the street and chattering about all the for sale signs. He starts asking me about moving to a different house (we had talked about it more than a year ago for a little while).

Bocker: Hey Mom? Would you rather MOVE? OR, would you rather stay at our home where there's nice toys and good food???

Well? How would YOU answer that one?

Beautiful Explanation

Heroes come in small packages sometimes.

Just Friends

(Weazy gave me this Valentine this afternoon. She's so sweet!)

Have you met so many people online that you have trouble keeping track of them? Have you ever re-met someone that "knows" you but you don't really "know" them...and then, later, you remember how you "met" them?

Ever since I started blogging waaaaay back in 2003 (I started blogging on an old site called "diary.com" or something like that until I graduated to the big-time blogger haha), I have this problem. I tried to categorize my friends in my "favorites" files but they kept getting all jumbled and sometimes, I would put a "Catholic, Homeschooling Mom" in a "family and friends" file or a priest in a "funny blogs" file. After a while, I just started putting everyone in a "Catholic Blogs" file.

I noticed that not all of the people in that file were Catholic, and that not all of the sites in that file were actually blogs.

I never did get the hang of google reader.

When did you start calling people you learned about through your blog "friend" instead of "blog friend"?

I think it sounds silly to call a blog friend "blog friend".

Isn't a friend a...friend?

My sisters are my best friends. We don't always agree. I'm not "just like them" and they are not "just like me" but we come from the same place, and we understand each other.

It's easy to love someone who loves you back despite your obvious flaws, "issues", baggage, and, all that other stuff that drives away people who don't want to bother or don't have time to deal with your junk.

It's also easy to love someone that you don't have to deal with every day, who lives halfway across the country (or even the world!) and that only has nice things to comment to you every time they check your blog! You don't necessarily have to find out the nitty gritty, everyday junk about them so you find yourself thinking, "Wow, I wish that person lived next to me, she/he would make a great pal!" But there's really no way you could know that unless they actually DID move right next to you and you KNOW the reality is you'd probably have the same good/bad ratio of neighbor relations as you do with your current neighbors!

I guess I'm reflecting on all of this because it's St. Valentine's Day and it's supposed to be all about the love. I get daily doses of love from my hottie hubs. I get tons of drawings and lovies from my babies (even the big, teenager ones). I get weekly reminders that I come from parents who loved me dearly and still do. They say I'm their favorite. I'm pretty sure they tell the other ones that too, but we know the truth, right?

AND:

I get tons of love from my friends. All my friends. I used to not have too many of them. I had some good ones, some fair ones, some occasional ones and some old ones that came/come back once in a while and we just pick up where we left off. I think it's because I had trouble finding the time to dedicate to more than just my family. Now that I have a blog I have some new ones. All of them add something pretty neat to my life and I'm grateful for them. I don't really differentiate "real life" friends from "blog friends" anymore because, well, blogging is part of my "real life". Therefore, blog friends are my REAL FRIENDS. If someone had tons of time and energy, a spiteful heart, and loads of gall, I suppose they could totally fake themselves into my life via the blog...but I sincerely doubt it. I've met some of my friends in person, called some on the phone, but all of them seem to be as genuine on their blogs/in their comments as they are in person. It's so nice to have someone who checks in to see how I'm doing once a week, or month, or emails me to ask what I mean and/or if I'm really okay after reading a post. They take the time to care, bs with me, tell me I'm full of crap, tell me how hilariously funny I am (okay, I might have made that one up), and maybe even critique my grammar or overuse of commas.

I LOVE the comma...almost as much as I love cereal, but not nearly as much as:

I love you.

You know who you are.

For Nancy

I was just chatting with my sister while we were running the other day (big surprise, right?) about people who we graduated with. Facebook has been an...interesting experiment that I'm still not sure I'll continue for very long. At best, it's a great way to stay in contact with people or to re-connect with people you once cared about. At worst, it's an embarrassing thing to have to remove/ignore "friends" you thought would be great to re-connect with...but upon further reflection, you realize that you never really liked them much in the first place and they haven't changed at ALL in 20 years.

Anyway, I saw an old friend from school at the grocery store tonight. She was one of the people we discussed the other day as one of "the good ones"! I love to think about Nancy because she always has a smile on her face. Even when I've seen her in troubled times, she has a happy demeanor and a good spirit.

I chatted at her for so long, I forgot to get the shredded cheese that we needed for our pizza. I was late to plan dinner in the first place but did I just say, "Oh, HEY, Nancy! Hi, how are you? See ya later!"?

NO, duh.

I stood there and yakked her ears off until her beautiful, sweet, patient daughters were chomping at the bit and looking at me as if to say, "WOULD YOU SHUT UP, WOMAN!?". If I would have stayed talking 3 seconds longer, I think that Nancy and her daughters would have looked something like this*:



But, as generous as they are, they let me think that I was interesting to listen to, and they stood there and pretended they were sad that I had to "hurry" away.

Thanks for being a nice person, Nancy.
I am honored to be your friend!


*Mr. Potato Head was wide awake when Trina put him in the basket for a ride around the house, just for fun. Because of the swaying she was doing, and because he was really tired, he just conked out right there in the basket. We moved him to his bed and he didn't even protest!

All Aboard The Princess Train

There's no getting around it. We have a full-fledged princess in our house and she will not be dethroned any time soon, I think.

Mari talks like Giselle from the movie Enchanted. She speaks as if everything is magical fairies and happy, little elves. Her sing-songy voice is so squeaky and light. She sounds like what you might imagine a sprite might sound like when she's speaking. Even though she can't say her "r"s, "l"s, "th"s, or "j"s she speaks very clearly and tinkly.

She wears only dresses, but the only thing she wears that bears the title "dress" (in HER book) is the fluffy thing that you could wear for Easter or Christmas, or maybe even a wedding. Regular dresses; cotton, everyday dresses are called "Just Clothes" (or "Dust Cwoves"). Clothes that are not in a dress shaped pattern are called "NOOOOOOO! I don't want to weah dat!".

This morning, I was happy to show her the new barrettes I bought at Target last night.


She said (in her best Giselle voice)

"Oh, MOMMY! Day ah so beautifo... wif fwowuhs!"

I asked her which color she would choose for today.

"Ummmm (finger on her chin) I sink I wike...PINK, yes, PINK!" (...as though there were any other choice.)

I put it in her hair and took the matching one and put it on the other side (so cute with her new haircut).

"OH!" she exclaimed, "I got TWO, pink one of dohs!"

"Now I can DANCE!"

Uh. Okay. Yeah, I can see how if you have two barrettes, you could be inspired to dance (?).

I guess I'm not a princess because I just don't understand.



(I'll include this picture of Mari and her cousin, Wyatt...who stayed overnight last night, because she couldn't be bothered for me take a picture of her standing or dancing in her purple dress...because she isn't wearing a "dress". It's dust cwoves. Duh, what was I finking?)

Finding the Voice

I had a rough morning. I am getting so tired of the bickering, the whining, the fighting. That's a lot of "ing"s...here are some more: I am yelling, swearing, sighing, being sarcastic, losing my temper. I even screamed so loud this morning that I hurt my throat and couldn't talk for a while. That's embarrassing to admit, but we have a two story house and sometimes, if I'm in my very insulated room picking up clothes and I hear the kids downstairs, I have to scream to be heard...

I know that it's the weather. I know that it's the winter and that the kids need breaks from each other and from ME. BUT, that doesn't mean it makes it any easier to get through these doldrums days.

Tonight, I was going to drop Weazy at choir for the first time and then drive to the city to meet some bloggers but cancelled that when I got Butch's new prescriptions that I had to fill and some other errands that I had to run. I figured Weazy would like it if I picked her up on her first night.

I guess God thinks He is being funny or something.

When I dropped her off, the choir director hinted that the adult choir meets at the very same time upstairs and maybe I would consider joining? I seriously thought about it but had to run my errands. I went upstairs anyway and ran into an old pal and I really enjoyed chatting with her. I thought, "Maybe I'll just skip the choir thing. It's probably not meant to be." and ran my errands but had time to mess around at church anyway. I thought, "Maybe I'll just go into the adoration chapel until Weazy is finished." but I had to go past the choir and they looked like they were having a good time so...I guess I'm in choir now!

They were so very welcoming and sweet (and FUNNY!). I think it will be a little bit of a challenge to sing alto, but they need altos, I guess so alto it is! Weazy loved choir and so did I (even for the little bit of time I was there). I also signed up for an adoration hour a couple of weeks ago (I took some time off for Tommy) so if you have any special requests, I'll be praying every Thursday 1am!

Look at me, all churchified and community-ing again. I know I'll run into my arch enemies from time to time (people who annoy me and don't like me very much), but I think I can hack it now.

I came home to find out that Tommy had learned to wave and say something sounding like "Hi!".

I was really happy and felt good about life for a little while.

Then, the other shoe dropped.

Here's the update for Michael Talley:

Michael and I met with Dr. Olsen this morning. He is awarded the best ENT in America for 2007 & 2008. He had Michael go through another MRI this afternoon and will be having a biopsy in AM. He is looking to see how extensive a surgery would be. He knows that the tongue, voice box, lymph nodes, tonsil and wall of larynx would have to be removed but would like to see if this would buy Michael more time. There is no cure and if we did this extensive surgery he would need to also complete a three Chemo regimen afterwards. He also said due to this surgery chances of infection or even dieing on the operating table is very possible. If we let the cancer run its course and treat symptoms we may have 6-12 months. We may get one more Christmas. The options are not curable but it is so hard to decide not to do anything. The trach is permanent along with the feeding tube. With surgery he will never talk again. From last treatments his swallowing ability is gone he will never eat again. We don't want him to suffer. God please guide us , give us the answers we seek. We think of our 4 children and our life, we have waited so long to have together and we just can't even imagine not being with one another. We are so in love. this is not fair. The doctors give us no hope. We will go back home tomorrow and if we decide any treatments it will be close to home. Our doctors are aware and are waiting, to help in anyway they can. Love Michael and Nicole. PS Jeremy and Carrie hold our little ones tight tonight.

I think I know what God wants me to do here. I'm just sorry that He has to clobber me over the head time after time. I think he's telling me to pray and make sacrifices for someone who won't ever get a chance to sing in the choir, or shout with joy at a football game, hoot with laughter about something funny his baby just learned, yell at his kids, or maybe even live to watch them grow.

Please, God, have MERCY on me, a fallen, awful sinner.

PLEASE GOD! Have mercy on Michael and grant him healing and peace.

Not So Funny *UPDATE

Here is the update from Michael Talley's PET scan:


Hi this is Mike and Nicole. We just came back from the doctors. The news was not good. I am back to square one. The cancer is still there, and just as big as before. This explains the swelling and pain I have been enduring. This is a very aggressive cancer. The doctor wants me to start another round of treatment. This time with three different types of Chemo at the same time. It will be very painful. This is one option. The other is to leave it in Gods hands, and treat the symptoms as they occur. We need some time to think about what's best for us and Mike. We thank you for all your love and support. Love Mike and Nicole

This is not good news for his family. I can't imagine the decisions they must make now.
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There are a lot of people to pray for today. Our little friend Avery is getting palate surgery this morning (probably worked out alright but pray anyway please!).

Here are the last updated posts from Michael Talley:

WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 04, 2009 08:18 AM, CST
Well, I just left Michael at the Mayo clinic for his two hour pet scan. It was so hard leaving him there by himself. They called his name and said okay we have him for two hours, see you then. I think we both thought we could sit together during prep time but I guess not. I could see how scared he was in his eyes. I told him keep praying, and he will never be alone, I am always with him. I also reminded him how many people are praying and thinking of him right now! I know he does not feel confident the cancer is gone, but I have faith that he is in remission. I guess we will find out very soon. Love Nicole


TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 03, 2009 12:44 PM, CST
Hello everyone! Well it's Tuesday, and we are getting ready to leave for the Mayo. To say I am scared is a huge understatement!! I don't know what the results will be, and to be honest I'm expecting some bad news. The amount of pain I have been enduring, along with the continuous sore throat, makes me think that. I know I am supposed to stay positive, but it is hard to do. I hope and pray that I am wrong, and the cancer is gone. Either way I will have some answers. So, thanks to everyone for their support, and prayers. We will write in here as soon as possible about the results. Till then God Bless, Love Mike

I also heard that Amy Welborn's husband died suddenly yesterday (at the gym). Butch is going to start running to train for the half marathon and he's going for his annual physical tomorrow. I'll feel better if he gets things a little more under control, asthma-wise.

It seems like we can never get out of winter without facing some sort of major loss and sorrow.

I Utilized The Newfound, Easy Access To My Craft Supplies

...and made something, just for YOU. Because apparently, according to my friends:




OH MAN! I crack myself up. I wonder how you can stand having a friend as funny as me? How do you manage to get through the day without having to change your pants after you read my posts?

Good times.

OH, I think I'll make that picture an official "Fake, Obviously, Made-Up, Blog Award".

The official FOMUBA goes to (in no particular order):
Regina
Paula
Shelly
Karen
Trina
Jamie

I think I'll stick to six people to receive this distinguished honor. I think this one might just catch on. People all over the blog world will covet the FOMUBA. Go ahead and save the picture, send it to your friends who rock as much as I do, catch the wave of coolness!

"FOMUBA". That's fun to say!