Well, I have fallen out of the blogging loop again. I don't mean to, but life just sometimes grabs you by the tail. You know?!? I finished my juice bag bags-- 19 of them because one of the early bags was not meeting my quality control standards. The kids went wild. I finished the teacher's quilt. She went wild. Well, not really, but I think she went as wild as someone who is characteristically steady and calm would. It turned out great. I neglected, as I often do, to take a picture of the final product.
My niece was born. They named her Isla. She is a cute little lady and I cannot wait to meet her. I was not able to meet her right away because of then end of school. Just when I was ready to cut and run, we became aware of a hospital rule not allowing children under the age of 12 in to see babies. This knowledge sparked anger and outrage in my daughter. She wrote that hospital the nastiest letter that a dyslexic 8 year old could write. She used words like stupid, adorable, and Dark Side. When she stomped into the kitchen to deliver it, I was not sure if I should laugh or cry, so I did both.
Then the baby was put into the NICU for 7-21 days of antibiotics. They found bacteria in her blood and don't want to send her out into that big nasty world fighting infection with the immune system of a 2 day old. At this point, I was very sad for them, but rejoiced at the fact that I and my germy offspring had remained 350 miles away, and therefore, they couldn't have possibly been the source of the infection. How crappy would that have made me feel? How much strain would that whole "Your snot nosed kid tried to kill my 2 day old baby" thing put on a relationship? Here's hoping the antibiotics work and they can take home a happy health girl who sleeps through the night in the next week or so!
Oh, by the way, my snot nosed kid is not snotty anymore. The adenoid surgery seemed to work! We only need to go to the ENT on an as needed basis, which really stinks when you find a doctor you actually like.
While all of this is going on, we are on our annual trip to Big Cedar on Table Rock Lake. I am not sure who is twitching more....Me who left behind my sewing machine or Doug, who for the first time, left behind the boat. The good part of this separation is I am catching up on reading. I FINALLY got to pick Money Ball back up and I am continuing to enjoy it. I may finally finish the 600+ page Forgotten Garden, which is a good story, but maybe not quite gripping enough for 600 pages. 350 pages in was too far to call it quits. I am still interested in the story, but it does not have me like say The Hunger Games. In between those, I am reading a collection of short stories written by a mother of 2 autistic and OCD children called "I wish I were Engulfed in Flames". I do plan to elaborate more on these at a later date. My very own Slice of the Rainbow book review!
And tomorrow night, we are going to erase any knowledge and insight I glean from these books by going to see the
Baldknobbers. Go ahead. Prepare your suburban dwelling selves and click on that link. Feast your Eyes on all that toothless glory. Yes. The. Bald. Knobbers. A Branson fixture since 1959. The show that started it ALL. How can something be called Baldknobbers and be a family show? I am embarrassed to say it out loud. I am thinking it sounds more like something out of 50 Shades of Grey, which consequently, I am terrified to pick up because Access Hollywood was talking about how trashy, smutty, and dirty it is. Really, Access Hollywood? Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black? But, for better or for worse, I will be going to the infamous Jamboree. I am afraid if I say the B---K------ word anymore, I will lose 3 of my front teeth. It is once again a cry or laugh situation. I am assuming I will choose both.
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