If you don't have anything nice to say.....

Last night I was chatting it up with one of my friends while we watched out faithful YW play volleyball and she mentioned to me NieNie's latest post. I don't know how I missed it. So I read it this morning. No it isn't the Halloween pics, though her children are absolutely adorable in their costumes (my fav is the little witch), but the other post, the one just before that.

I have one thing to say to that lady that met NieNie at the grocery store.

I'm sorry you feel bad enough inside about yourself that you had to beat up a poor woman with your words. She's suffered enough. She will continue to suffer enough physical and mental torment the rest of her life here on earth. How thoughtless, how CARE-LESS, and further more, I'm sure your mother taught you at least ONCE in your life that "if you don't have anything NICE to say, don't say ANYTHING AT ALL."

There I've said my peace this morning. May this be a reminder for us all to THINK before we OPEN our MOUTHS. Sticks and stones may break your bones, and yes, words DO hurt.

I wish I had a magic wand, or at least a band-aid sometimes to heal others' pain. I'd wave my wand for Jami, David, NieNie & Christian, Brandi, Ward, oh so many. But I don't. All I have is my heart to give and the knowledge that I gain from their experiences. The chance to serve others' continues to show up in our lives. May I never let it pass me by. Don't ignore those urges, don't ignore those posts on FB, or their blogs. I've been SO blessed by several little 'fairies' lately that have listened to that little voice and brought me exactly what I needed that day. Soup, a smile, a hug, or even Dr. Pepper. I hope I can be as helpful and thoughtful to someone else, and to them. I'll be sad that they get to experience whatever, but I'll be happy to help.
Thank you little fairies, you KNOW who you are!!

Long Time, No Post

At last, I'm giving in to my inner blogger and blogging. Even without pics. Well, maybe I'll find some, from the last time I downloaded from my camera. Speaking of my camera, it is lost. MIA. Gone. Poofed. Missing. Run away. Stolen. It is just, ugh. I can't find it anywhere. I went to grab it when Kenna started sitting up just after my mom left for MD to be with my sister and her family, but I couldn't find it. Then I talked with mom on the phone:
"Yah, Kenna is rolling over to her tummy now. I'll get it on video for you and post it"
"Oh, thank you Vicki. I would love to see that. I'm going to miss a bunch of stuff while I'm gone."

Yup, you're right. No video. I haven't found my camera. I think it's been two months now and I feel terrible about it. Mom even loaned me her old digital camera and I finally had the heart today to get it out and set it to charging. I'm pretty broke up about this loss. So, hopefully, I'll start using Mom's cam and mine will just walk back in and tell me where it's been for all this time. That would be SO nice.... a girl can dream right?




Just like these two girls were dreaming while sitting in the Shark Tank Tube in Vegas this last June... so long ago!!!




This pic is from July... When my big sister and her fam came to visit. We usually go to the HAFB museum with my Grandpa once a year. I don't know that he enjoys it as much anymore, but I LOVE to hear the stories. Amazingly enough, at 89 this month, he still tells different ones most of the time. This pic is of Elise and her cousin Jar with Grandpa, next to an airplane just like the one he flew in WWII. He flew them across America, ferried them. He never saw combat, which I am so grateful for. But I think back in the day, he was sad he kept getting pneumonia and couldn't go.




This is obviously McKenna relaxing, I mean, trying not to cook, in June heat in Las Vegas when we went to visit Joyce. We went to the pool one morning. It was SO HOT. We left in 45 minutes. And the pool was as good as ice water. Not very fun either.

One of my faves of Elise at the Shark Tank. We sat in that last tube for two hours. We liked it very much. It was cool to see all the sharks and other fish.

Well, since I'm hungry and my niece and nephew just required some pretty intense talking to about ruining our stuff.... I better go. Thank heaven Kenna is napping.

Beautiful Silly Girl

Sometimes I forget what a beautiful thing being SILLY can be. And just exactly how beautifully silly my eldest is. She narrated this "game" to me a while back to put on this blog. It is still there, down at the bottom on the right. Maybe she'll change it again soon. It is her little space in my space on the internet. Here she goes:

Ballet Guess Game.
I changed the rule. Now no yab yapping yapping yapping. And NO asking somebody else the law, and especially don't ask me to show my own self and No Cheats! Just let me do the rest of the magic.
SO, lets start with how many pets I have.
Next I want you to guess how many pets I have counting 2 horses, 2 chickens, 1 dog, actually I don't have any chickens. I do have 2 ducks and 13 little quails and 14 chicks and have you guessed yet??
Hurry up?
Stick around on Ballet Guess Game, we'll be back after these eleven messages!

Next time on Ballet Guess Game will be right back on Taco Bell at Tuesdays, weekdays and Fridays. Oh, and especially Wednesdays. See you next time!!!!

Oddly enough, she sounds a lot like Pippi Longstocking. We just finished that book a few weeks ago. She's so dang cute. Now to get her out of bed in the morning she is more like a bear coming out of hibernation, every morning. And I have to go do that exact thing right now at 7 am so she'll be on time for school.

Post-Partum Hair Loss

So I'm losing copious amounts of hair. My long brown hair is just coating my house. I really could make a rug. So I was thinking about why women might lose their hair post-partum, and with this on my mind last night, I fell asleep (if you can call it sleep really) and woke up with one thought.

Sprites. Yes dears, Sprites. They must be sneaking onto my bed at night and sprinkling me with magic hair-loss powder glitter. After that, they collect the hair that I carefully pull out with my hands while crying softly each day, and flick onto the floor, or toward a garbage can... they collect it and make hair for babies. Elise has hair that looks an awful lot like mine, so this makes perfect sense really. My hair will be secretly embedded into McKenna's noggin and sometime it will grow out and I will see the fruits of these wonderful Sprites.

The End.

Black Holes and Galactoceles

After reading through this again, I'm going to post this at the TOP:

This could be TMI for some of you. If it is, just don't read it, and maybe I'll get rid of it. hee hee. But the end might be funny.... I haven't ended it yet!

Not too long ago, okay almost 4 months ago, I had a baby. I really did, promise I'm not having another one even though that belly is still out there showing off. Anyway, at day 8 I got mastitis. Horrible! But I survived those mammoth sized antibiotics. Not long after that, okay at 6 weeks I had that check-up feeling perky and alive again I didn't think anything of anything. But my doc thought differently about this really hard spot. So, what was it? He wasn't taking any chances, so he sent me to get it looked at. I tell you the doc at Utah Imaging here in Ogden is terrific! Excellent bedside manner and he's a take charge, no-nonsense about breast disease kind of guy, Tomayo is his last name. I'd go see him for a cold, he's awesome. Though he may laugh at you for coming to see him for a cold. Love him! And mammograms are not all that painful, at least mine wasn't, and I'm lactating, AND i was letting down at the time of impact. Not bad at all, really. If you don't believe me, ask Doris my tech in the mam room, we had a great chat and got altogether too closely acquainted! ;)

Results wise it looked like a Black Hole on the ultra-sound. After a harried, hurried, long, exhausting trip to UofU in SLC, AND HCI (the most beautiful building you pray you never have to go to ever) and then back to Ogden a month later for a biopsy (don't bother bringing someone to hold your hand for one of these, doc on one side shoving copious amounts of numbing agents into your chest, while on your other side the u/s tech is getting it all on the u/s prior to poking a pen sized object into your Galactocele. Not exactly fun, but it didn't hurt that much, and recovery hasn't been that bad either.

But in the thinking of what is going on there, just the names of the things. At Huntsman the wonderful doc that saw me kept saying it could be a Galactocele, but it looks just like this huge Black Hole... I laid there and looked at her and the u/s monitor and asked,
"So is this a result of watching too many Star Trek episodes? Cause it sure sounds spacey to me!"

She didn't laugh. Why didn't she laugh? Because I don't think she got it. She's in a very serious place, so I won't hold it against her, and I hopefully won't be going back ever not even to visit.
But Tomayo did laugh at my joke. And he's a serious guy, he just doesn't have breasts at risk! ;)

So all is well, I just got a call from Tomayo's office on the biopsy results. Benign, that means no cancer, but it also means I've got an uncured infection though it isn't hurting me I don't think.... Mike will have words at me over this part cause those mammoth sized pills had me all confused.


So I've got another phone call to make, and Elise is bored... imagine that. I do hope all is well with you and that you are enjoying your summer.