Happy Thanksgiving!

I hope that everyone has had a most fabulous Thanksgiving Day. We went on the long ride up the street up to mom and dad's. Mom cooked everything but the Blueberry Jello that I love so much. I made that, and brought the rolls. Oh and I made a southwest squash casserole that we like. The turkey was amazing!!! Mom really does cook the best turkey ever.

Another couple, Dave and Gloria, from the church joined us. Dave worked for the Missing Children group. As an investigator. He has found over 1200 missing children. Only 14 of those children were not alive. It was amazing to hear about it. He talked to my kids too about safety. Pootie was just shaking his head. He told Dave - "that's what my mom does." I got the thumbs up from "the man" about the rules. Pretty cool. It was especially good for Pootie to hear that I am not some crazy wench. FYI, 1 out 100 missing children are abuducted by total strangers. The rest are parents, family members and acquaintances. Scarey.

So, we are home, it's after 8. We are all stuffed. Ready to go to bed. Lola ran a fever all night last night, which meant that once again, I was up and down. Ok, that is a lie, what happened was, she would moan (she was in the floor next to my side of the bed) and Shelby would sit up and look at her, which meant her little name tag would jingle, thereby waking me up. I've learned after 3 kids to sleep thru some fever talk....

Anywho - Happy Turkey Day!!!! Be safe!!!!!!

Today is the big day!

We are getting ready to head out towards the hospital. Today is the big day for the knee surgery. Yippeefreakingdoodaa!

More info to come.

Week is quickly going down the drain....

We went to the funeral for Grandmother. It was truly lovely. She would have approved. We had to the "visitation" at her house after the funeral. Everything was just as she would have wanted it. The silver platters, crystal pitchers, dollies. Pretty table clothes, and yummy food. Ok, the iced cooler in the laundry room with the beer in it that HollyBeth's dear husband stashed in hiding for us would have gotten us a tisk tisk or two from her. But - we needed it!

And then we got home Sunday night. And I came home with what I first thought was too much rowdiness, but is for sure a stomach bug.

Monday night, cat number 3 died. We think he was hit by a car and then crawled (dragged) his poor little body home, to die there. Great.

And Hubby has his knee surgery tomorrow.

Yeah - it's just headed down the drain. Trust me when I say I cannot take much more.