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Hubby to me: "You gotta believe me when I tell you the two things I'm about to tell you are not related. I'm out of underwear and we don't have any toilet paper."
Oh, how I love that man.
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Giant's cast came off!!
I was happy to see there weren't any odd things stuck down in the cast and it wasn't dirty at all. Not even that stinky. Guess when you aren't allowed to get your heart rate up, sweat isn't nearly as much of an issue.
He made two observations:
1. I have a tan line!
Yeah, that's because it's still swollen. Not exactly healed.
We came home with 2 soft casts, which he will wear all summer long.
One for when he's not playing soccer
And one for when he is. (aka Cuckoo's cast when Giant isn't playing soccer.)
|I feel this photo should be in Highlights magazine. How many silly things do you see in this picture?|
I was a bit nervous to ask one question, thinking the staff would find me to be a bit off. I was so happy when the tech simply offered.
Why yes, we would love to take the old cast home!
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I was talking to my mom the other day, and she was telling me about getting new appliances in her kitchen. She told the story about her fridge's water line needing to be replaced, and as she was cutting or doing something with the copper wire, she cut herself. She said, and I quote,
I was bleeding like a stuck pig.
blah, blah, blah.
Me: "SAM!" *
Me: Do you know what you just said?
Mom: What are you talking about?
Me: You bled like a stuck pig?
Mom: Yes, I cut my finger.
Me: SAM! After the week I just had, you are going to sit there and nonchalantly throw that phrase around like it doesn't mean anything?
Mom: Oh! Hahahahahaha!
Me: I have seen a stuck pig. I know the blood of a stuck pig. I HAVE STUCK THE PIG AND MADE IT BLEED! Until you have seen and done the things I have seen and done, you are not to use that phrase again!!! You hear me!?!?! **
Mom: Hahahahahaha! OK, back to my kitchen.
* When I need my mom's full attention, I call her by her first name.
**I love my mom to pieces. I'm not usually so smart-mouthed with her. ***
*** Yes, I am. She loves it.
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Speaking of pigs, an update.
I am very happy to say that the last three pigs are still alive and acting as pigs should. They are eating, drinking, running, and rooting around. Oh, the rooting. The pen will never be the same after this lot.
Thanks to a second injection which Hubby helped me give to the sickest pink pig (I'm sorry, I didn't write a post about this one. It was getting dark, and we were both exhausted. It took 10 minutes for me to convince Hubby to actually catch the pig with the rope, and another 5 for him to catch the thing), it is doing much better.
Unfortunately, Hubby was not able to catch the 2nd sickest pig, so it did not receive a second dose. It still has diarrhea. We're going to have to come up with a plan to catch that sucker and give it more medicine.
I'll try to get photos.
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Speaking of diarrhea, I feel much better now. Thank you for all of the well wishes. At least, I think that's what you were doing through your laughing.
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Tonight the new blog hop goes live!!! Are your thankful posts ready!!!!
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Our FTSF sentence:
I hit a turning point in my life when...
I have taken many sharp turns in my lifetime, but one that had the biggest impact was the day I forgave my parents and stepparents.
I was sitting in a quiet church, praying about something completely unrelated. I don't know what happened, but all of a sudden I started crying. Tears streamed down my face as thoughts of my childhood and teen years went through my head. I realized I was holding on to some serious anger and bitterness. With all divorce situations, there are difficulties. With remarriage situations, plenty more come up. We'll just say there were some serious difficulties.
I was holding on to my anger for one Very Good Reason. The same reason most people hang on to anger. I wanted someone to apologize. I wanted someone to apologize for the difficulties I had to go through and take responsibility for it. See? Very Good Reason.
Sitting in that church, it became clear to me that my bitterness and anger were doing nothing but hurting me. They certainly didn't know I was angry. It's not like I was outwardly mean towards my parents. I still went to visit. I was pleasant when I was there. However, it was more out of obligation than desire to be there. By holding on to the anger, I was hurting whatever possible future relationship I could have with them.
An apology wasn't going to come. What was I going to do about it?
I chose to take responsibility for my own anger. I chose to forgive. I simply let it go. As the tears dripped off my chin, my anger and bitterness went with them.
The weirdest thing about it all was that I didn't feel the need to tell my parents about it. Our relationship changed in a very big way, but they weren't going to know that it happened. There was nothing for me to say.
While I haven't forgotten those difficult years, I'm not angry. I have learned from the past, and I am the person I am because of the past difficulties.
I now thoroughly enjoy spending time with my parents. I look for opportunities to spend time with them. I'm sad when I can't be at gatherings they are attending.
This relationship wouldn't have been possible if I would have held onto that anger.
But the best part is, I have taken what I've learned from this and applied it to everyone I come across. People make mistakes. Do I really want to hold their mistakes against them for the rest of their lives? Do I want to be angry all the time? No. No I don't.
Plus, if I hold onto my anger for the mistakes other people make, don't others then have a reason to hold onto the anger for the mistakes I have made against them?
Have a lovely day!