I repeat:The Lord loves the humble.

SO yesterday I had an issue going on. With Schyler's sickness going on certain facial areas that require de-hairing have been neglected. I'll give you a hint - not eyebrows and it makes me look like a man.

Now, have I mentioned that I am six feet tall? I do not need any help looking like a man. For the love.

I was wondering if I could get away with waiting until today, but I had to go out for some errands since Brandon was finally home to stay with Schyler.

Hmmm....This is a huge decision. Not to be taken lightly.

So in order to gt the truth I decide to ask Schyler,

"Do you see anything crazy on my face?"

Well of course she laughs and says, "Yeah! The whole thing!"

So I guess sporting a 'stache like a girl isn't going to affect me that much after all.

Seriously. It was confirmed when I stopped by Auto Zone for Brandon. I could not get ANY help.

I was thinking "hu-llooooo, woman in an auto store, here!!"

But then I realized they probably didn't know I was a woman.

Smelly, but clean.

Whew. What an ordeal. Now I am not an over-reactor and I am not a pick up and go to the doctor for every sniffle, but I was totally headed to the ER.

Much better now, though. And as suspected tonsils need to go. You know you're kid is sick when she is sitting in the office begging the doctor to perform surgery at that very moment.

But she's got to get a little better before he will do it.

So we are pumping her full of every antioxidant food on the list. Seriously. Spinach, garlic, blueberries, green tea, dark chocolate. She is clean. No junk.

And most importantly tons of prayer. I don't want to share God's glory.

We went to a great ENT. If you're in the B'ham area, I suggest him.

They had great plastic couches in the waiting room. I'm usually not a fan of plastic couches, but at my doctor's office, I'm all about it.

Unfortunately they make a pretty loud sound if your sweet little lady breaks wind on them. Just FYI.

Bless her heart

What a weekend.

My poor little baby has infectious mononucleosis. So awful. She also has some stank-nasty tonsils that I will not even tell you about because it will make you puke.

Poor thing sounds like Kermit the Frog. With mashed potatoes in his throat.

We go to an ENT Monday. The doctor says we're going for him to tell us the stank-nastified has to go.

Of course we are enjoying our freshly picked blueberries. So that's a bonus.

I would like to say I am feeding her super foods with tons of antioxidants, I'm just not sure if cooking them in the form of cobblers and muffins counts.

I think I may have trouble with changes...

Can I tell you what gets on m'nerves? Why yes I can because it's my blog.

Okay then. Now that that is settled.

It's when words change definition.

Oh. My. Word.

It gets. On m'nerves.

You can not just decide that a word means something else. For the love!!

Oh you can tell me whatever. "Oh you know, language changes."

blah blah blah is ALL I hear. I don't have to care. I don't want too!!

I want words to not change!!

Make up your own new dadblame words!! Stop taking words that already exist and making me uncomfortable saying them!!

But I can tell you about it.

What.

Is wrong with me?

SO I have my post all ready complete WITH pictures no less and suddenly I'm struck with this unfamiliar awful feeling.

It almost feels like conviction.

WHHHHYYYYYY God??? WHHYYYYYY me???

Because it's what I prayed for? Oh. My bad.

So I guess I can't show you about how the teenage girls are shopping at Baby Gap (hence our term "Baby Gap-ers") now. I can't show you the picture of the one who, no lie, got out of the car, hiked her leg up like a dog and picked her shorts out of her crotch. In front of everyone. Do you know how hard it was to not tell her that wouldn't happen if she would wear clothes that fit??

And I guess I can't show you the man riding his hoveround scooter, on the road, through traffic, to go guess where? The Wal-Marks, of course.

It was the best vacation ever. Yes, it was the one I waxed the pits for. As for that - man did I ever get the questions.

I definitely suggest Oak Island to everyone. Great place.

No I didn't abandon my home state's coast, this was planned for a while. And I have family there. Haha. You can't judge me. I mean, you can, just not for that.

I'll Be Bock.

Have I got some news for you. But I am oh so tired right now. I know. Nothing should keep me from blogging, but too bad for you.

I'll give you a sneak peek...

Just in case you're worried that the female mullet, i.e.:femullet is dead, rest easy. Also, tramp stamps and barb wire is alive and well. You are also going to get schooled on Baby Gap-ers, my person of Wal-Mart, and happily, what an amazing time we have been having for the past two weeks.

I can practically hear the salivating now. Well that was gross.

Anyhoo...tomorrow. I promise. [Not really, but I'll try really hard. Ooo! I'll make a list. Yeah, I hear all you type A's squealing with delight.]

Sweet relief

Rest easy my lovelies! I am officially home!

I can tell from all the comments you've been terribly distraught.

Uhh uhhh. Too late now. Don't even try. I see how you really feel.

Good thing I don't care. I'll just keep type, type, typing away to satiate my own sordid issues...

Anyhoo. I have great updates for you which I will get to...just not now.

For now read this and be blessed. Our dear friend received ultimate healing and now sees the plight of his pregnant wife and two sons from a Heavenly perspective.