Thursday, December 10, 2009

Good Bad

Good: Steven still has a job. He survived this round of cuts.

Bad: He has to work Christmas day. All day. After working all day on Thanksgiving.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Seeing the Light

Sorry I haven't posted in awhile but I've just not been in a good place. I had the surgery and was recovering really well. Then last Monday I woke up peeing razor blades. It was horrible! I went to the doctor and was diagnosed with a bladder infection. They gave me an antibiotic as well as a medication to numb the bladder. The numbing medication is the BOMB! Loved it. The antibiotics? Made me so sick. I made it through half the prescription then had to stop taking it. Non-stop vomiting does not a happy Anne make. I thought that once I stopped taking them I would be okay. But the nausea and vomiting continued. Yesterday I saw my doctor and they checked my urine. Said the infection was gone and the only thing that was showing was that I was dehydrated. He figured it was a virus. They gave me phenergran. I slept pretty much all day yesterday and woke up this morning feeling (dare I say it) GOOD! I have eaten and so far, so good. Let's hope this is the end of the illness and life will resume as normal....

Friday, November 6, 2009

I'm Ready to Hit the Ground Running

Unfortunately, my body isn't on the same page as my mind. I knew how hard this surgery would be. I knew that it would takes weeks and weeks to heal. Well, I thought I knew. I guess I should say I knew but I hadn't accepted. Which is two totally completely different things.

Today I am 2 weeks+2 days post op. While the pain is much better than it was even a week ago, it is still there. It does subside for periods but just as mysteriously as it disappears, it reappears. I know it is part of the healing process (muscles and nerves healing) but I'm still sad.

Yesterday was a really bad day. I was so miserable. I was so nauseous (I think a good part of that was from not eating). I was hot. Then freezing. Then sweating. I was teary. I was whiny. I asked Steven if I had a fever and when he felt my forehead and said no, I protested. I was certain that as bad as I felt I deserved a fever. I finally took a Phenagran and slept for an hour or so. I woke up feeling much better.

So basically, I'm still laying around and doing a whole lot of nothing. I know that making myself get up and do things won't help anything and will just make things take longer to heal. If I've learned anything having 12 surgeries before, it's that not giving myself time to heal gets me nowhere but in a tearful lump.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Home Invasion

Last night Steven, Mary Ellen and I attended a drama production at church entitled Sacred Storm, Home Invasion. The advertisements boasted "What if the unseen world – the spiritual forces at work in the world around us – could be seen? What kinds of battles would we find in our own lives and in our own homes. Home Invasion, Sacred Storm is a free graphic dramatization of the invisible battle that surrounds each one of us on a daily basis."

I was really looking forward to seeing it. I was excited to see what elements of my life I hadn't given proper thought to. To be shown parts of my life that I was selfishly thinking were okay but biblically were detrimental to my family, to my children, to my marriage. I was disappointed at what I was presented with.

The only 'forces' highlighted were an overworked/unappreciated wife and mother and an unfaithful husband who had an addiction to Internet porn. As a result of their preoccupations they were so distracted that they didn't take time to listen when their children tried to talk to them. The oldest boy (away at college) came home for break and announced he wanted to go into ministry (the father dismissed his desire). The oldest daughter fell to the pressure of her boyfriend and became pregnant. The young boy was sweet but smart mouthed and ended up being struck and killed by a car...therefore bringing the family to Jesus and reunification.

Now, I know that there are several ''forces" being played out through this story. It's not simply about sex. But there were no hidden forces. To me, the forces were obvious. And I think they are obvious to any semi-intelligent human.

It did, however, make for interesting conversations with Steven and myself. We talked about the real hidden forces in the home. Children are sponges. They soak up everything they SEE and HEAR. It's the small things that happen in daily life that shape our children. How us, as parents, act. How us, as spouses, act. It's in the little things....delaying an activity a few hours to attend church; making them return a lost basketball even though the kid that owns it is unkind to them; it's speaking kindly to each other; it's the family dinner table, movie night, sitting down and helping with homework. It's helping those around us without being asked, it's not listening to music filled with derogatory sentiments, it's reacting with kindness in an unkind situation. The list goes on and on. Yes, sexual forces are something to be addressed. I have no argument against that. But I really think that if we want the next generation to buck the statistics and grow to be productive members of society we have to look beyond the obvious.

Maybe I am missing something. In speaking with Steven and Mary Ellen they said they felt the same way and got the same messages I did. If you have seen the production and have a different opinion, I would LOVE to hear it. Everyone else I have spoken to has raved about the awesomness of it...I feel like I'm on the outside of an inside story.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Trick or Treat Smell My Feet....

Introducing our 1983 Prom Queen, Ms. Arissa Freeman:

I would show you a photo of Isaiah. But he wouldn't show up in the picture. He went as his Uncle Jerry (head to toe camo and carrying a Nerf gun). He went trick or treating at Royal Blue with Aunt Carol and her family. Arissa went to a Halloween party out in Farragut. Steven and I went to a drama production at church and then had 6 trick or treaters at the house.

This year was certainly different than years past. And hopefully won't be repeated next year. I really missed our Annual Freeman Family Roast & Toast. (I will say that cancelling our festivities was a very smart move. Between my current state and the rain it would have been miserable). Next year will be better. There's always next year.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Post Op Update Day 8 (with photo)

Today has not been a good day. I saw my surgeon this morning for a follow up appointment and to have the stitches removed. It was not pleasant. It wasn't the worse thing I've ever been through but I could feel it. And I think the apprehension of feeling her working in my ear was just as bad as the actual removal. He is giving me a month off and then I'll see him again and we'll decide then about PT. He said he removed the whole eminence and shaved down the muscle. He does not expect it to regrow although I've proved him wrong before.

Since having the stitches removed my incision has been very inflamed (I'm not sure if that's the correct word to describe hurts, itches, stings, feels raw..."inflamed" is easier to say so I'm going with it). I looked at it when I got home and was rather shocked at how it looks. It doesn't even look like it's together. He said there are internal stitches that will dissolve so I assume that is why it looks like it does. I think it looks pretty bad. And it's much longer than my last surgery.
You can't see the back (and therefore can't get an idea of what I am failing to describe in words)in the photo but here I am after getting home from the appointment:
So basically, I've hit that miserable, cry-baby, irritable, can't be pleased part of the recovery process. And Steven is on vacation for the next 2 weeks! He'll be so excited to spend time with jolly me!!

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Post Op Update Day 7 (with photos)

So I've lived through the week. I have left the house exactly twice in the week. I have done nothing but rest, sleep, eat, drink, Internet, and watch TV. Tonight I was brave and tried to eat a pop tart. HUGE mistake. Here are a few pictures of me taken this morning...

As you can see, things are looking much better. I have an appointment in the morning to (I assume) get the stitches out. The nerve/muscle pain I experienced before has started up. It's like electrical shocks in my scalp.

Isaiah and Arissa are on fall break this week. Sunday night they spent the night with Aunt Carol, Monday night Arissa spent the night with the Bakers, and tonight Alexis is here. Saturday Arissa is going to a big Halloween party at her friend-who-is-a-boy's house. She has a pretty rockin costume this year. I think Isaiah is sitting this year out although I haven't heard for certain.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Post Op Update Day 2 (with photos)

Today I managed a bath and clean jammies. Today was also a day that nothing pleased me and tears came really easy. Panera Bread changed their chicken salad without consulting me first. I have a strict policy that poultry and fruit shall never combine. Their chicken salad USED to be perfect. Then they went and added grapes to it. Panera Bread chicken salad is now dead to me.

I noticed today that the hospital treated me to a brow wax. It's my right brow, in the middle of the brow. Not a good look. Someone really should leave the brow grooming to the professionals.

Today I am more swollen and bruised.

Isaiah and Arissa got report cards today. Isaiah did really well with 4 A's, 1B, and 2 C's. Arissa knocked it out of the park with straight A's. She worked her tail off to get those grades and it paid off. We were both a bit nervous how she would adjust to middle school on top of having an afterschool activity every night of the week but she did it. We've had a deal with her for a few years now that if she earned an A in Math she could go to Wasabi's (Isaiah's deal is all A's and B's). Needless to say, as soon as I can eat I have a date with my girl. I am very proud of both kids and hope that in 9 weeks I'll be able to take Isaiah out for Wasabi's, too.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Surgery Recap & Post Op; Day 1 (with photos)

Yesterday went really well. Except for the fact they kept me totally awake (did someone forget my Versaid?) until they put me completely under. Which I really don't like. It wouldn't be so bad if I could have seen everything going on around me (most of what I watch on TV is medical shows so I am always comparing TV to real life. Which is really hard to do when you don't have your glasses and can't make out your surroundings). So yea, back to the point....I was fully awake and aware and had to scoot myself onto the operating table. And I was biting my lip and fighting the tears back. I would have much preferred to have been out of it for this portion of the program. The nice sleepy man (the same man that made Momma coffee the last time) put the mask on my face and his buddy put something into my IV. They kept saying to breath and I would be asleep any minute. But I wasn't. And to prove my point I kept my eyes wide open so they would know I wasn't asleep (side effect of watching some show the other night about surgery's gone wrong. The lady that wasn't out during her operation in which they REMOVED HER EYEBALL was fore front in my mind). Right after I reminded myself to something happened. But I don't know what...because I was asleep.

Woke up in pre-op with a very sweet yet annoying voice nurse tending to me. I wanted to tell her to please clear her throat. Then the pain. Oh Lord, the pain. Dilaudid to the rescue. I fought to shake off the sleepy feeling still taking me over but closed my eyes for a little bit. Mary, the very nice patient advocate person, came over with what I really glasses! She remembered my concerns and had gotten them from Steven and put them right on my face. I looked around, never missing a chance to people watch, and noticed a man beside me...who was without his big toe and complaining that his leg was itching..something about a skin graft. And the middle-aged lady across from me who was whining like a baby. And moaning. I'm not real sure what her ailment was. I mean, I was fairly calm even though I had this

attached to my face. The pain....more Dilaudid. Nice nurse lady was on top of my pain. I asked for something to drink and instead I got ice chips. Which she dropped down the front of my gown. And then went to get out. But I didn't care the 4'11" 250 pound lady was feeling me up because she had the good drugs in her pocket. I really had to pee but kept that information to myself b/c I knew they would bring me a bed pan. This lady doesn't 'do' bed pans. More Dilaudid. It's amazing I was still breathing at this point. Nurse lady said in the next department they have oral pain meds and she wanted to make sure I was loaded up before they sent me over there. She called for transport and then pushed the rest of the Dilaudid. I was moved over to another room with my own restroom to sip on a soda and Mom and Steven could come back. Twenty minutes later they finally appeared. I was not happy at their delay. They got lost (though not 20 minutes lost; I think the message didn't get to them at the speed I wanted it to). The rebel flag hat wearing transport man had to help me to the bathroom. I'm pretty sure he saw my butt. Again, I will lobby for proper fitting hospital gowns. Why must they all be made for people that are 6' around?

Anyways, I decided I was ready to leave. Which in Anne time means RIGHT NOW. I swear it took them forever to come take out my IV and let me get dressed. Steven brought me home and I dozed most of the day. Never more than 15-20 minutes at a time but did manage a fairly decent nights sleep. I woke up 3 or 4 times. The Dilaudid of yesterday is way gone and now I am very sore. It even hurts to smile. The good news is that there doesn't appear to be any nerve damage this time. The swelling isn't too horrible. Here are some photos from today....

Me last night icing my face:

This morning:

Somehow I think whatever dreams I had of being an ear ring model are dashed:

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Migraines can SUCK IT

Not a very nice title huh? Well, I really don't care at this point.

I have been in pain since Monday morning. I tried all my usual tricks (3 different migraine meds, caffeine, hot tub, protein) to no avail. I slept the majority of the day and thankfully Steven was off and able to take care of both me and the kids. Tuesday dawned with my head still pounding so I called my primary care for an appointment. I got in at 11 and was walking out by 11:30. He gave me a shot in the hip of Demerol and Phenegran and sent me home to sleep. When I woke up at 4 with the headache no better I called him back and he sent me to the ER for IV meds and fluids. The wait was minimal and the nursing staff was very kind. The doctor on the other hand? Easily the worst man I have ever dealt with. He said everything short of coming out and saying that he thought I was there just looking for drugs. It still amazes me how in this day and age people are still discriminated against based on their illness and who is with them. Needless to say, I left the ER still in pain because this fellow refused to give me the meds I know work for me. I came home and slept through the night and woke up again today with my head still hurting. I managed a shower and trip to the pharmacy. My self medicating has numbed the pain to a manageable level. I am hopeful it stays that way.

While I know this sounds just horrible, I often wish I had a tangible reason for these headaches. Something that the doctors can SEE so they will believe me when I am in such pain. Something that gives a reason. Something that gives them something to say "yea, no wonder this girl is so miserable." Migraines suck. People who have never had them just don't understand how a "headache" can literally turn your world upside down. How the pain is so bad you can't take care of yourself, much less your children/family. Migraines don't just affect me. They affect my children, my husband, and even my parents and sisters. They cause me to have to cancel plans with friends; have appointments that have been on my calendar for months not even register when I miss them; have my children tip-toeing and whispering in their own home, scared of disturbing Mommy. It sucks. There is no other way to put it. This sucks.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Weddings and Surgerys

First off: Super excited to tell everyone that Carol (my oldest sister) is gettin' hitched!!! We've already procured her gown, mine and Kathy's gowns, floral designs, cake design, and centerpieces are settled. Now we just need a venue and a menu. So basically my event planner hat didn't even have a chance to cool off since Mom & Dad's bash. Which is fine with me...I really like planning these things (especially for people I love).

My surgery date is set for October 21st. He told me he is probably going to remove my entire eminence on that side. He won't know for sure until he gets in there. I will, once again, have to do several months of physical therapy to avoid scar tissue and maximize my range of motion. He told me my incision will be bigger. And he threatened to shave the whole side of my head (I whined that I just got the shaved hair to grow out from his last surgery. He said he likes giving haircuts). Temporary nerve paralysis is pretty much a given since I had it last time. I am not at all nervous/scared about the operation. I am, however, nervous/scared about what happens AFTER I wake up. I've actually teared up a few times thinking about it. Which is so unlike me. I treated myself to 3 new set of jammies (yeah for the clearance rack at JCPenny's!). Although I doubt cute jammies will make me feel's worth a shot though.

Isaiah's football season is over. He got in for a whopping 5-6 plays the entire season, worked his butt off, never complained, was a great support to his teammates but in the end, he was done. He was still very upset to lose the final game that ended their season. I couldn't be more proud of how he stuck with it, kept his grades up, and didn't quit.

Arissa still has 3 or 4 more games left in her season of cheerleading. She is back to dance twice a week, plus cheerleading twice a week with games on Saturdays. She keeps us pretty busy.

Steven is still working super crazy hours. He has been working back to back double shifts, going in on his day off, going in early, and flip-flopping hours. His poor body doesn't know when to sleep and he is really struggling with getting enough rest. I have tried to take all of the house duties off of him, as well as running the kids back and forth. It's the least I can do for a man that works himself crazy to provide for us.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Isaiah, The Leader

Yesterday we got an interesting piece of mail from church. It was addressed to Isaiah (which means nothing to me...I totally opened it). Inside was a letter to him stating that he had been nominated to be a member of the FUEL team. It is a student leadership council. There is an application with some pretty thought provoking questions. Tonight, I had a chance to talk to Isaiah about it. As soon as I said the words "FUEL" and "nominated" a huge grin spread across his face. I could tell that asking the question if he was interested was not needed.

The paperwork has to be turned in tomorrow so we went over the questions so he would have time to think about his answers. The most interesting answer came to the question about how his life is different now? His answer, without hesitation, was "I pray everyday. Throughout the day. I know there is a God who listens. Before I was just interested in going to church to get to go out to eat after. Now I go because I want to." Those words alone solidified the decision we made almost a year ago to find a church that fit our family. I know we are where we belong.

As most of you know, Isaiah is typically pretty shy and has few words around those he isn't super close with. So either he is comfortable enough around our church family to let the true Isaiah shine through or someone he is around sees the potential that is hiding behind those baby blue eyes. Either way, it means my child isn't lost in the sea of several hundred kids that attend on Wednesday nights. We are where we belong.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Back to the O.R.

I saw my oral surgeon Friday. His words: "oh shit". Which were the exact same as mine. My bones have completely regrown. He said had he not done the surgery himself, he would think it had never been done to begin with. He has NEVER seen bones regrow like mine have. We are both utterly stunned and shocked.

Sadly, the only remedy for my locking (and to prevent completely destroying my jaw) is to go back to surgery and remove the bone again. This time he will take a much larger piece in hopes that it takes longer than 8 months to regrow. He is also only going to do the right side this time since my left isn't giving me any trouble. I don't have my surgery date yet. I am hoping it is soon. We've had some changes around here, and while I'm not ready to openly discuss is the time for me to have this done.

I am asking, in advance, for prayers. This surgery is very difficult and painful. The last one isn't that far back in my memory so I know exactly what I'm getting in to. And I'm actually nervous (if not a tad scared). Which for me being this is surgery #13? Is really saying something.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Party People Pictures

Ok, so there are a TON of pics from Mom & Dad's big bash. WAAYYYYY too many for me to upload. So if you'll please click here it will take you to the album and you can see all 515 of them!

Get comfy and enjoy!

Saturday, September 5, 2009

These Jaws are Made for Lockin'

And that's just what they're doing.

If you will recall here and here I have had surgery to remove part of my jaw bones because my mouth was locking open. It was supposed to have been the end of my jaw problems. A surgery rarely performed but highly successful. It was very tough but seemed to have done what needed to be done.

Until August 14th while in line at White Water. I opened my mouth. And it wouldn't close. So there I stand in a line for a water slide, in a swim suit, surrounded by strangers and my mouth wouldn't close. Tears stung my eyes more out of disappointment and shock than pain. After a few minutes, the familiar CLUNK was heard and felt and my mouth closed. I knew then that I needed to contact my oral surgeon as soon as we got home. I knew that once it locked open, it would continue to lock. And it has happened about 4 times since then, just as recently as 10 minutes ago. Each time it takes me completely off guard and my mind starts racing about what to do if I can't get it shut. Each time I end up getting it to CLUNK shut and the throb starts.

I saw my oral surgeon Thursday who is not only completely perplexed but also feels horrible that I am going through this again. He insisted that he removed the bone, saw it under the microscope for himself and sent it to pathology for confirmation that it was, in fact, what it was supposed to be. He has never heard of someone locking after the surgery I had. He said the bone regenerating is not impossible; unheard of yes, impossible no. He's ordered a CAT scan to see what is going on with the anatomy before going back in. I am to see him one week after he gets the results and the plan of attack for his scalpel.

Just when I think things are going better, the rug gets pulled out from under me. I just have to remember that I am not in control and this is just another chapter in my ongoing story.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Isaiah Inman #8; Position: Right Bench

Isaiah had his first football game last night. The above photos were the only action Isaiah saw. It was warm ups.
I am so proud of Isaiah. He didn't see one second of game time. Yet there he was, cheering on his team. He said he still had fun encouraging his team mates. His sister was so sad he didn't get to play and told him she was sorry. He replied (without skipping a beat) "it's okay, right bench is my favorite position".
Proof that ATTITUDE outweighs APTITUDE.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Hello. My name is Anne and I'm a crappy blogger

Let's see here. Where do I begin??

Momma and Daddy's party. HUGE success! We had about 130 friends and family join us for over 4 hours of dinner, drinks, dancing and FUN! My parents were thrilled with the way "my vision" came together and the guests seemed to appreciate the little touches. We were fortunate enough to have a professional (and our friend) photographer present so I'm sure I'll have lots of incredible pictures to share later. Here is the link for the "sneak peak" she posted on her site. Click Here

The following weekend Steven, me and the kids heading to Atlanta to visit Six Flags and White Water. Steven and Arissa rode all the insane coasters and Isaiah and I did lots of cooling our heels and waiting. He is an awesome waiting partner and even though the 2 of us didn't 'do' much, we still had a good time. The next day we went to White Water. THAT is where it's at. I rode all but 1 ride; Isaiah did all but 2 and Steven and Arissa hit every single one.

The next day, the kids started school. I now have 2 children in middle school! Isaiah is very "whatever" about school and Arissa is thrilled. I think her locker is 95% of her enthusiasm. She is in the same homeroom and locker neighbors with her best friend, Alexis.

First day of school:

Isaiah's football season has started, although his first game was cancelled because of weather. He has one coming up this Thursday. I really hope he gets some playing time! Arissa is cheering again for the Boys and Girls Club. Her first game was this Saturday. She starts back at dance the week of Labor Day. Our schedules are pretty full these days.

One guess which one is Isaiah:

Yes, #10. My itty bitty M'saiah

Arissa first game

Speaking of schedules....Steven's is a mess. While he was off on vacation, 3 people with more time than him opted to move from the 4p-12a shift to the 12a-8a shift. Add this to him accepting a different position in the company and well, it sucks. Some days he works at 4p. Some days he goes in at 12a. There are very few days that he doesn't get called in early. It makes planning activities difficult and there are going to be lots of days that I'm trying to get 2 kids to 2 different places at the same time. It will all work out. No child has ever died from having to wait a few minutes to be picked up. I keep reminding myself to be grateful that he has a job and that he is willing to put his body (messed up sleep schedules) through hell to take care of his family. We are lucky. I know that. Sometimes I just lose sight of it.

Me? I won't even go there right now. I've been worse...way worse. But I've been better, too. I am awaiting some test results and have an appointment on the horizon. I'll let you know what happens.
Sorry for taking so long to update. I'll try to do better. HONEST!

Saturday, August 1, 2009

And We Danced

The exposure is terrible on this one but I love it anyways!

Thursday, July 30, 2009

When Life Gets Busy... don't have time to update your blog. Work has been super crazy busy; I'm in the final week before my parents big bash; I'm trying to go to the gym and well, I just don't have the brain power left at the end of the day to compose a witty, informative blog post.

The kids are great. Steven is working his tail off and getting all kinds of overtime. I'll update later when my brain isn't so mushy. It will probably be AFTER the big bash (August 8-9). I'm sure y'all can wait another week or so for a real update.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Let Me Upgrade You!

The bean bag in the corner was his purchase with his lawn mowing money

Isaiah's room was rather pitiful before. He's a big boy now and has a big boy bed! He got upgraded from a hard twin bed to a plush full. New linens and a bed side table and lamp. We brought the extra DVD player up and put away the VCR he had. We bagged up old toys. He loves his new room! You know, I have no idea why we waited as long as we did. I guess it's true what they say...the squeeky wheel gets the grease. I think the boy has learned the value of a good squeek!

Thursday, July 9, 2009

He Tries....

In case you can't see the whole picture:

This is Steven. Hanging off the end of our house. Wearing his swim trunks, a wife beater and his Crocs. With a gas powered week wacker in his hands. He is on the end of the house where, should he fall, death is pretty certain.

No one can ever say that Steven doesn't try. No one can ever say that he won't go to extreme lengths to please his wife. One CAN say, however, that his sense of safety is a bit skewed.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

July 4th Weekend

This has been the busiest 4th of July weekend we've had in a really really long time!

  • Friday the kids and I headed down to Harriman to go out on the boat with Carol and her crew. It was a beautiful day (not too hot) and I tried my hand at several activities I've never tried before. I even got dirty and didn't have a complete meltdown (whined, yes...but not a complete meltdown).

I love this picture of Isaiah. His smile is awesome!

Yes, that is me. Climbing. On rocks. In dirt. Carol didn't get a photo of my loud wail about the dirt in my nails. This is where I suffered a most hideous leg injury. Scrapes and bruises from knee to ankle. Can't say that it was totally worth it since my pitiful self couldn't hold on to the rope and slid right off of it. Resulting in several small cuts on my hands.

Tarzan, I am not. Heck, I'm not even Jane. Pitiful I am. BUT .... I get lots of credit for effort.

Yet another activity that was a try and fail. Wake boarding. I wore that wake board like I knew what I was doing. I had the proper form and equipment. I don't have the proper upper body strength. The boat took off and pulled the rope out of my hand....several times. I was completely shown up by small children (Arissa, Chloe and Olivia all got up). I am not alone though...Carol couldn't master it either.

Arissa was all about the tube. The faster and bumpier the ride, the bigger she smiled.

Tubing I can do. You lay and hold on. I have serious tubing ability.

I can even tube with a partner. Carol and I laughed so hard. My abs are sore and I think it's from laughing so much.

This would be slightly before I lost my bottoms in the lake. Luckily I have good ankles and they didn't completely come off. Times like that make me very glad the lake is not transparent. That wouldn't have been good........................
  • Saturday dawned for us at 645AM. We rose, brushed, dressed and headed to Oliver Springs to meet Carol and procure the Hunter boy. Carol and family were going riding so Hunter hung with us. We then headed to Farragut so Isaiah and Arissa could walk with Grandma's work and hand out loot. I dropped them off then met my best friend from high school to watch the parade with her and two of her boys. We sat. And waited. And sweated. And waited. Almost two hours later the darn parade finally made it to us. At which point Hunter was fast asleep. He was not fazed by the police sirens or the kids chasing after candy. We delivered Mom and Dad back to their car and headed home. And detoured into the Red Robin. Hunter was hungry. We were hungry. We had no food at home. As I was fixing his bottle and Isaiah was changing Hunters diaper I heard a familiar voice say "I thought you were going home" and Hey! It's Mom and Dad! They were hungry and didn't have any food either. So we got to eat with them. Very nice time and Hunter was so happy to get to throw his menu in the floor. Over and over and over. And make goo goo eyes at his Grandpa. We got home, pushed the coffee table to the side, laid out a big blanket and let the boy crawl and get some alone time. He is so mobile now and really enjoys exploring. We were getting ready to head over to Steven's aunts house for the cookout when Carol called and we had to give Hunter back.

  • So....we delivered him back to her then.......
  • went to the family cookout. We stayed a few hours and then headed over to.........

  • Pellissippi State for the Faith Promise Church 4th of July Celebration. There were tons of inflatables, games, food, drinks, cotton candy, popcorn, music, etc. and it was all free. Our family signed up to work moonwalks for little kids. We thought we'd just hang outside the moonwalk, make sure shoes were off and no one was bleeding. Not so much. There were over 5000 people at this event....and tons of little kids wanting to jump. Only 6 at a time. We divided and conquered. Isaiah and I worked one (I picked them up to put them in {my tubing arms were on fire} and he kept track of their exit). Steven and Arissa worked the other one. Steven checked id's {one and two year olds only} and Arissa went in to fetch the stragglers that didn't want to come out). We gathered 4 chairs and had a front row seat for some pretty impressive fireworks...all set to worship music! The display lasted about 10 minutes and we were home at 1030PM. Much better than fighting marina traffic or Knoxville traffic!

  • Today I launched an assault on the grocery store. I saved right at $100 with my awesome coupon skills and we now don't have to eat ice cube sandwiches for dinner.

I'm glad tomorrow is Monday...I can go to work to get some rest!

Friday, July 3, 2009

Day with the Bakers...Isaiah's View

Interesting to see what is photo worthy in the eyes of a 13 year old boy:

Arissa and I attended our first wedding of the season a few weeks ago. It was hands-down the sweetest wedding I've witnessed. Sarah and Blake are so cute and are over the moon in love. Here are a few pictures. Isaiah was in Houston and since he's the only one that can work my camera, the pictures turned out like crap. I was so sad.

The new Dr & Mrs Blake Tarr

Me at the reception

Arissa & I at the wedding

Arissa enjoying her ice cream sundae