jan 08

Reality...sometimes not that great...

Yesterday I realized that reality isn't always what it's cracked up to be...

Reality 1, I am 26 years old and have done nothing and everything already!- I am an accomplished Wife and Mother, my whole lifes goal was to become a wife and mother. I got married at 19 to the most amazing man I know, he is patient, king, caring, and picks up where I lack.I had my first child when I was 20, the second just after I turned 23. Leaving my lifes dreamed mostly fulfilled, would love to fill my life with more children, but for now that will have to wait. I love being a mom, I love being a wife. I feel so blessed that I was lead to such a wonderful eternal partner and was trusted to raise two such fantastic kids until they make it back to our Father in Heaven.....Everything!!!

I haven't given any thought to school, not since getting out of highschool I've had only 4 jobs outside of being a Mom. Loved and hated them all. The one that brings me the most gratitude is our photography. It's hard to pull that off and work full time as well...Maybe I can get it off the ground enough again that I can return home and work full time on that. I feel like a part of me though wants to go to school, but I think I'm mostly afraid of failure, of not being able to hack it, with me being married and a mom...Nothing!!!

Reality 2, I treated people sometimes growing up not very nice. I was a brat, I think mostly I was jealous of what they had...things like their Dad, no matter how cruddy he may have been, at least they had him. I wish I could just find everyone to make it right, or to mend what I can. And maybe they dont' remember me being so mean, or maybe I've just construed it in my mind as being mean...I don't know but I feel like I have some bridges that I need to patch and can't...It sucks to not be able to make things right.

Reality 3, I'm responsible for two lives besides my own, and oh I so don't want to screw them up! Now dont' get me wrong, I don't think I am a horrible Mom or anything, but sometimes the thought of being their mom, and being responsible for them growing up, learning to love the gospel and our Father in heaven as much as I do...even if I'm not that great at showing it...kinda freaks me out!

Reality 4, being fat sucks! I wasn't always fat, I used to swim and dive competetivly...haven't done that since I was 15 though..thanks to the crack head that ran into the car I was in. But as you have kids and then realize you can't eat like you did when you were burning more in a day then what you ate all together too late just well...it sucks. I want to make myself better, but for some reason as much as my heart desires it, my body either can't or won't cooperate with me.

Reality 5, in order to make all of these other realities something more then just life, I've got to get off my butt and do something...I've got to be more open about who I am and what I want out of life. I need to be honest with myself and the Lord, I need to pray more, exercise more, eat less, spend more quality time with my kids...and that doesn't mean veg on the couch after work. And I can and will be the person I want to be....

may 08

Keep Moving Forward!

One of the greatest words of inspiration from the great Walt Disney.  Though my kids are partial to "Mr. You are grounded til you die!" but any way...
That's the key to life, keep moving forward. No matter how easy it is to look back and say "dang, I could have done it better. faster, slower, with more heart etc."
Make life more then what you ever thought you wanted. I always had this nagging thought in the back of my head that maybe someday I'd want more...that I'd want a career, something else outside of being just a Mom. Now I say just a Mom, but we all know no one is JUST a Mom. But I also never thought I'd find complete fulfillment in those words...
James asked me what I was going to make of myself when I grew up, that I couldnt' be just a Mom. After some consideration on his part, he decided that it's ok for me to be just a Mom. He is such a bright little boy. He has wisdom far beyond his years. He teaches me more about life and loving every day.
I have been blessed with these two beautiful children, with lives and spirits that are just ready to burst from their tiny little bodies. They are truely my life's breath.
So though I feel sometimes I'm stuck in life, I just keep moving forward and trying not to look back. There is more I can do going forward then looking back. I can't change the pages that are already written but there is a whole book ahead that is waiting for the plot to unfold!

june 08

Time gets the best of us all...

Time gets the best of us all. We never see it flying by but only notice once it's gone.
James just had his 7th birthday. I totally feel like I just had the boy. I don't feel like I've been married nearly 8 years, and I certainally do not feel 27. I remember when 27 was soo old. Heck 25 was far far off. Now I am creaping up on my 30th birthday. I feel like I've accomplished so much, yet not accomplished much at the same time and have a world of things I want to do. My children are my life. My best friend stands by my side day in and day out, strengthening me, lifting me up and making me feel like he won the prize when he married me.  I have to say that he truely is the best man I could have ever hoped to be sealed to for time and eternity.
Time certainly has passed, I realized that my very truely best girl friend I've ever had in my whole life, that I hadn't talked to her in nearly 4 years. I thought of her often, hoped to be able to get in touch with her again but just hadn't been able to. Thanks to myspace I am able to talk to her again....

Have you ever had on person who you know that without them you wouldn't have made it to where you are now? She's one of those people. We got into trouble together, had fun together, were there for eachother, fought and loved eachother at the same time. She's the one sittin in the cell with me saying, dang that was fun wasn't it?  She helped me stay sane when my dad died, she helped me to know that I was worth something. While I didn't feel like I had alot as far as looks, personality, talents, you name it...she helped me see that I was certainly more then a waste of space. Because of her I was able to see past what the advasary would have me see. I was able to find the young woman that Heavenly Father intended me to be. I feel blessed to have her as my friend, and I am so glad that she was there for me that day when I moved into the Acworth ward 15 years ago. I don't know what I would have done or how I would have turned out had she not been there to be kind to me.

Time certainly gets the best of us all, don't wait until later to say what you want to say to those you love, you may never get the chance. But when time gives you a second chance, take that chance and run like the wind!

from my other blog date aug 08

Some times I wish that I could take all of my days, and just draw them out. I desperatly want to go back to the time when all I had to do was plan a day of fun for me and my little ones. Now I have to worry about what they are watching, saying, doing, and being while I am gone 10 hrs a day.

Change is good, growing is good, I just can't say getting older is so good! I am so proud of James, he's super smart, vibrant, sassy, confident, and on most days well adjusted. It's just those few days where he isn't all of those things, those days wear me thin.

Madilyne, boy she is shooting up like a weed and with that comes all the attitude a princess would have. I can see she is flourishing, soaking up all life is bringing to her. And suddenly my baby isn't so much a baby any more...

I am getting ready to start another busy busy school year. Though this year is going to be much more difficult. School starts on the 13th, it has just dawned on me that I have a 7 year old doing the school work of a 9-10 year old. How did I get kids that are so smart. Madilyne is excited about math, reading and writing. I have a feeling she is going to be reading before Kindergarden officially starts...This school year though brings new challenges, I am working a 4day work week now, so I'm gone 10 hrs a day, I am still trying to figure out how that is going to work, but some how it just has to. The other challenge is the love of my life is going to be gone for the school year.

 I will for the first time since I was 19, not have the love of my life with me, I've not gone a day without him for nearly 9 years. My partner, the father of my kids, the one who is always there to back me up. He has made the decision to go into the Army reserves, which for that I am super proud of him, he will get schooling, training, and then there is the crazy notion of being prepared to protect our country....

We are buying our first house, that's exciting, but also I'll spend nearly a year in it without Brian. I am not sure the effect it will have on our family dynamic, but it's a much needed change. Without this, we would be stuck with me working outside the home forever. This is not a desire of ours. I never aspired to be a career woman, I always only wanted to be the best wife and Mom I could be.

Brian will be able to get the education he needs inorder to make changes in his career to support our family on just his income. It's been a long time coming, but a change that is going to bring many many challenges before everything is better. That makes me scared...

Just another night of my random thoughts, I don't always keep everything well defined, but it helps me feel better, so if you made any sense of my blathering..thanks for reading!

Work... puke...Cars and Vans

As I start work week 3 back since before I got sick...last week was full of fun vehicle fixing and doing and working..The van's engine completely was toast. We spun a barring. We found a fantastic mechanic to fix for a meer 1200 bucks yahoo!

The car was rear ended on 12/31 on our way to walmart to get some new years eve necessities. Where Ansel and I ended up spending two hours int he ER...

And now James has the flu and ear infection and mr little man has an upper respiratory infection...can we say enough is enough!

Someone has been sick since we brought Ansel home. The cars have had plenty of trouble, the car has been rear ended twice in less than a year...and here I am at work. I yearn to be at home with my kids and I'm stuck working a late shift and feeling like I'm being punished for being on leave...

Life needs to get better like now.

Back in the saddle again...

Here I am my 3rd day back at work. Not only did I have to go back but I got shafted with a closing shift. I am desperately hoping for a shift bid so I can get a decent shift and see my kids during the week for more then 30 min a day.

Ansel was Blessed Sunday and there were babies crying alover the place ( not mine btw) so I heard maybe a few words of the blessing...for that I am sad but I did get some pretty nice pictures of my three little squishies..

 

this happened to be the first picture we took when we got home from church. 

i sure do love those kids.

this one is from an earlier photo session...one of my favorites!

My heart longs for one more...

As miserable as my pregnancy was, and how thrilled I was to actually finally have Ansel..I long for one more. Madilyne wants a sister =o)

I have some small recolection of the Dr coming in during recovery and telling me I shouldn't have any more. I am waiting for my appointment on tuesday in order to get a clear picture of what is going on inside...I know that there is another soul waiting to come to our family. I just don't know how this one will come.

Ansel was a surprise, we were preparing ourselves for adoption. We were hoping to start this year on that journey. Things certainly changed really quick and fast for us =o)

Now I'm enjoying every bit of Ansel, he's still in the cute snuggly baby phase, then we'll enjoy the cute baby on the move phase and all that jazz..I'm not rushing for him to grow up by any means. It's just the finality of the thought that the Dr said I shouldn't have any more.

So until tuesday I'll have to sit and wonder how the last one will make it's presence into our family..

Another post...shocker!

I am pretty sure no one reads these posts, but for me they make me feel better. They make me feel like I've accomplished something and am trying to share with someone....whoever that may be.

I have dreamed my whole life of being a mom, I never was quite sure that it would happen. I am thrilled I've been entrusted with these three beautiful souls. They make my heart go flippy flop every time I see them.

I always want to do right by them. I feel like a failure if I don't do everything exactly right...even though I know reality is that I can't do EVERY thing right. My current case in point..

Ansel will be 4wks old tomorrow, my how time flies. Everyone knows breast is best right?? At least that's what the current stigmata is..and in most cases this is true. The benefits are huge, that is...unless they aren't!

Ansel is the only one to have actually done well with the latching and the nursing and everything. His diaper output indicated we were doing everything right and all was well. Except this sinking feeling that it wasn't well. I always had in the back of my mind that something wasn't going right, I was in tears talking to the lactation consultant, desperately pleading for breastfeeding to work out. I have no idea what exactly it is but for us exclusivly breastfeeding isn't going to work. My milk has not nourished Ansel like it should have, my sweet little boy as much as he nursed only gained 6oz in 3weeks. Didn't even meet back his birht weight by three weeks when the norm is by two.

The Dr who we love and adore for my kids basically told me how it was, no sugar coating which I love about him. He said we gave it a try but it's time to turn over and see if formula will do what my milk should be doing...so last week we changed to me pumping and storing and Ansel getting at least 2oz of formula every two hours. He is now up to 3 or 4oz of formula every 2-3 hrs..little piggy! I am happy to report that in 8 days he's gained 18oz..in a little over a week he trippled his gain from what he had in the three weeks of exclusively nursing. so here is what I've learned

1. Breast is NOT always best
2. I am not a bad mom for giving him formula
3. Formula for sure will not make him dumb or kill him (this I already knew because James and Madilyne were formula fed...yet some how I let that stigmata passed through society eek into my head and warp the things I knew)
4. I am doing my best to keep my kids healthy and happy, and while I may not always meet the mark, I am always trying and that's what counts.
5. God entrusted these special souls to Brian and I for a reason...and we will do everything we can to help them on their road of life.

I am going to choose a word to keep me going this year, the  inspriation comes from my online friend Anya, she is very eloquent in her writing I think, she inspires me and makes me want to do better writing on my end...her word was Peace, and for her I can see how that word is perfect...so my word for this year is going to be

Resilience


I choose this word because it's really hard for me to just accept things some times. I know that life isn't always perfect or candy coated, and as much as I want to be able to change everything , I think I need to sometimes just accept them and learn how to be resiliant and bounce back.  To the new year, and hoping that everything changes for the better for us this year

Ansel is here =o)

So I'm a little slow at updating but here is my update none the less...

Ansel Griffin Humecky
December 11, 2009
10:49pm 7lb 6oz

He's handsome as all get out and a fantastic baby. His brother and sister love him to pieces.

When we came home Madilyne was sick...when we went to the Dr we found out it was the flu.
Luckily she was soo good at wearing her mask that no one else got it.

We are so excited to have these wonderful blessings entrusted to us.

Ansel had his first photo shoot wegot some decent pics...

I've had 20 whole weeks I could have been updating and didn't...

I've been on bedrest for what seems like ages, and I could have been blogging and updating and just haven't. It's sad....  So here is my giant update and we'll see how much better one might get at updating.
I don't even think anyone follows me any how lol..

So you ask why have I had 20 whole weeks to be updating and haven't? Well I've been on modified bedrest for 20 whole weeks and have another oh 5ish weeks left to go.

Why have I been on bedrest you ask? Hyperemesis Gravidarum

 What is that? It is extreme, persistent nausea and vomiting during pregnancy that may lead to dehydration, weight loss, lightheadedness and fainting.

Treatment=

Small, frequent meals and eating dry foods such as crackers may help relieve uncomplicated nausea.
You should drink plenty of fluids. Increase fluids during the times of the day when you feel the least nauseated. Seltzer or other sparkling waters may be helpful.

Vitamin B6 (no more than 100mg daily) has been shown to decrease the nausea in early pregnancy.

Medication to prevent nausea is reserved for cases where vomiting is persistent and severe enough to present potential risks to you and your unborn baby. In severe cases, you may be admitted to the hospital, where fluids will be given to you through an IV.

so I was put on a medication pump to give me medicine 24/7. I haven't gained an oz...I've lost 35lbs , passed out in the shower, and at the dr's office...have multiple ultrasounds(which is always fun) and in general felt like crud for the past 20 weeks.

Luckily my weight loss and sickness hasn't seemed to hurt the baby one bit, he's growing, thriving and getting huge =o) oh yeah, I said he didn't I? yes we are having another boy and we are so excited.

He will be here around the 16th via repeat c-section. I am excited to get him here safely and start to feel better and somewhat normal...
well that's the short of my update..maybe I'll be better, probly not but life goes on =o)

I am sooo bad at posting, I'm trying to get better!

I am officially out of the 1st trimester. In these past 13ish weeks we have found loads of information.

Firstly I never thought we'd ever have a reason for my loosing 9 babies. Yes you read that right 9! That's one baby for every year of my marriage. It felt like torture and it felt like I was being punished for something I'd done in a past life. But alas I had my two beautiful babies and I adore them and thus I was happy. I was content that I would not carry another baby to term. I was content that we'd grow our family through adoption. And wouldn't you know out of the blue I had a dream we had a baby at Christmas so I took the test that night, fully expecting it to be negative just like the other 500 tests I've taken in the past five years. Low and behold after washing my face I thought I was seeing things at 11pm. There was a faintly faint second pink line. My adoring husbands response to my positive test was that the test must be expired. I firmly argued the test was fine, well before the expiration date next year, and as long as it wasn't opened there was nothing to worry about. His smart self responded but you opened it when you peed on it. Ugh I coulda shot him. So the very next day we purchased 5 more tests. 2 digital and 3 first response early result. I took one digital and one of the regular ones and sure enough both were positive. Then I started doing the math...I was just barely pregnant lol. just 4wks to be exact! Do you know how long the first trimester is when you find out that early? Any how, I was pregnant, I called to get an early HCG draw so we could make sure the numbers were going up. The stupid nurse told me not to worry about it as they don't do that unless there is bleeding or cramping. Um hello I have a history of early miscarriage and no real dx yet because I never found out soon enough to really be able to know anything! Oh well so I waited.

I finally made it to my first ob appointment where they were so kind to do an ultra sound, to my horror she said she couldn't find anything in my uterus. Well actually she couldn't even find my uterus. SO over to the higher tech ultra sound machine, where we saw the most beautiful little flicker of a heart on a little bean. I was measuring 6wks 5 days at what we knew to be my 7wk appointment so well within range. Then came the ontorage of blood tests. To this day we are at a total of 32 vials of blood. 16 that first day and the rest have been in little bursts. I had to do an early glucose tolerance test, and then they decided to try and find out why I miscarry so much. I've never gotton an answer before so I wasn't expecting one now.

One of the final two tests they took was a test for a specific gene defect. MTFHR, low and behold I have a defect. The result of the defect is not being able to process ameno acids and those higher ameno acids cause blood clots.
The fix- extra folic acid to help process the ameno acids. so hopfully I will be good from here on out.

We have a wiggly baby that is growing strong and is actually 5 days ahead. Life is indeed good

And baby makes 5...

Life has had some crazy twists and turns. I never thought that I'd get to feel the joys and pains of being pregnant again. I am ecstatic but scared to death. I have seen the heart beat, and our little bean on ultra sound so that much we know is good. I would like to be in my 2nd trimester so I could enjoy myself instead of being a worry wort. Luckily I'm as sick as a dog most days all day long so I know I'm still pregnant haha. Our little surprise is due 12/23/2009. After 5 years we are finally going to have another little humlette!

Easter Come and Gone...phew

Easter is usually pretty stressful for me, I have to make sure the kids have easter clothes for church, baskets and that we have our family gtg, and then of course a yummy easter dinner. This year I put way less into the baskets as normal. The kids got new clothes still which I adore, and our family gtg went off pretty nicely.

The kids had a blast and the family time was great. I miss when my whole family used to get together and we'd all have fun. The next goal is to plan a get together before mom passes. I don't want it to be a sad time when all of us get together again. Last time we were all together it was at Dad's funeral, we didn't know how to act, we were happy we were together but sad Dad was gone. I want to know how to act and know it's ok to be happy when we are together...

Some times I feel like the blonde...

Bob, a handsome dude, walked into a sports bar around 9:58 pm. He sat down next to a blonde at the bar and stared up at the TV.The 10 pm news was coming on. The news crew was covering the story of a man on the ledge of a large building preparing to jump.The blonde looked at Bob and said, "Do you think he'll jump?" Bob said, "You know, I bet he'll jump.." The blonde replied, "Well, I bet he won't."Bob placed a $20 bill on the bar and said, "You're on!" Just as the blonde placed her money on the bar, the guy on the ledge did a swan dive off the building, falling to his death.The blonde was very upset, but willingly handed her $20 to Bob, saying, "Fair's fair. Here's your money." Bob replied, "I can't take your money. I saw this earlier on the 5 pm news, and so I knew he would jump."

The blonde replied, "I did too, but didn't think he'd do it again."

Bob took the money...

Have you ever just wished something would come out different. No matter how hard you try though it just doesn't? As much as that poor blonde wanted that guy to not jump, he was always going to do it.

I just feel like the blonde sometimes.

Spring Break..

I wish I could spring break with my kiddos. I really think there are alot of things that could change in work structure and ethics. It should be perfectly acceptable to work only 2 days a week and get paid the same money. It should also be perfectly acceptable to have spring break and christmas break and summer vacation.

I know that the reality is tha'ts not happening unless I become a teacher but I really think it would be nice.

Or I'll get my dream and a fairy god mother will come around and let me be a SAHM again

Any how, my fantabulous mom is with the kids this week, they are planning a trip to the zoo with my sister and her girls, and maybe even the pool. i'm super jealous

More funny stories.

Here are six reasons why you should think before you speak - The last one is great!
Have you ever spoken and wished that you could Immediately take the words back...
Or that you could crawl into a hole?
Here are the Testimonials of a few! people who did....


FIRST TESTIMONY:
I walked into a hair salon with my husband and three kids in tow
and asked loudly, 'How much do you charge for a shampoo and a blow job?'
I turned around and walked back out and never went back.
My husband didn't say a word... He knew better.


SECOND TESTIMONY:
I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of golf balls. I was unhappy with the women's type I had been using. After browsing for several minutes, I was approached by one of the good-looking gentlemen who works at the store.
He asked if he could help me. Without thinking, I looked at him and said,
'I think I like playing with men’s balls'


THIRD TESTIMONY:
My sister and I were at the mall and passed by a store that sold a
variety of candy and nuts. As we were looking at the display case,
the boy behind the counter asked if we needed any help.
I replied, 'No, I'm just looking at your nuts.'
My sister started to laugh hysterically. The boy grinned, and I turned beet-red and walked away. To this day, my sister has never let me forget.


FOURTH TESTIMONY :
While in line at the bank one afternoon, my toddler decided to release
some pent-up energy and ran amok . I was finally able to grab hold of her after receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from other patrons.
I told her that if she did not start behaving 'right now' she would be punished.
To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a voice just as threatening, 'If you don't let me go right now, I will tell Grandma that I saw you kissing Daddy's pee-pee last night!' The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange. Even the tellers stopped what they were doing. I mustered up the last of my dignity and walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow. The last thing I heard when the door closed behind me, were screams of laughter.


FIFTH TESTIMONY:
Have you ever asked your child a question too many times? My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training and I was on him constantly. One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch, in between errands. It was very busy, with a full dining room. While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I checked my seven-month-old daughter, she was clean. Then I realized that Danny had not asked to go potty in a while. I asked him if he needed to go, and he said 'No'. I kept thinking 'Oh Lord, that child has had an accident, and I don't have any clothes with me.' Then I said, 'Danny, are you SURE you didn't have an accident?' 'No,' he replied. I just KNEW that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse. Soooo, I asked one more time, 'Danny did you have an accident? This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, Bent over, spread his cheeks, And yelled, 'SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!'
While 30 people nearly choked to death on their tacos laughing, he calmly pulled up his pants and sat down. An old couple made me feel better, thanking me for the best laugh they'd ever had!


LAST BUT NOT LEAST TESTIMONY:
This had most of the state of Michigan laughing for 2 days and a very embarrassed female news anchor who will, in the future, likely think before she speaks.


What happens when you predict snow but don't get any? We had a female news anchor that, the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the weatherman and asked:
'So Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?'


Not only did HE have to leave the set, but half the crew did too they were laughing so hard !

Why we giggle like school girls every time we hear Palm Sunday...

So the joke goes something like this:

there are all sorts of special holidays for special people.
we have mothers day for our mothers.
we have fathers day for our fathers.
we have grandparents day for our grandparents.
and for our single guys... we have palm sunday.

Because of that joke, I can't hear or see the phrase Palm Sunday without busting out with tear jerking laughter. I try to be grown up, I try to hold it in, but ultimately I just can't.
Especially when we see signs that read such silliness as this

PALM SUNDAY SERVICE 8 am
Join us for Repentance every Sunday at 9am

Then a little further down the road you see

Palm Sunday 10am
God is watching over you.

or by far my favorite, I still laugh about his one

Come on Palm Sunday
This is God we are talking about, don't jerk him around.

So a few Sundays ago we were at church with our friends, When suddenly to our surprise the Mission President started talking about Palm Sunday...I turn my head to keep from laughing out loud, and look at Brian, who is even worse at controlling his laughter on the subject. He is nearly purple from holding his breath, frantically thumbing through the hymn book, pretending that he is looking for the closing hymn. He had the funniest smirk on his face, and I knew he wasn't looking for the closing hymn, it was 15 minutes away! So we made it through the meeting,

We got to our dear friends house for brunch, we hold our breath, bide our time until all the little kids were out of ear shot when we both fell down with hysterical tear jerking laughter.

Much to our surprise we are questioned as to what we could be possibly laughing so hard about.
All we could giggle out was Palm.....Sunday..... right away one of my friends gets it and starts laughing with us. His poor wife, we have corrupted her, she still didn't get the joke. We tried to hint at it, saying Palm...Sunday...Get it? Get it? The poor dear she just didn't get it until her husband started swaying his fist in front of him in an up and down motion...which of course caused even more laughter.

She did finally get it, but she didn't think it was quite as funny as everyone else...
She is definitely the grown up of the group.

So will you ever think of Palm Sunday the same? I know I've been corrupted forever!

A sudden case of gravity-from Nov 08

I came down with a sudden case of gravity.

Gravity, It's a great thing. It's what keeps us grounded.On most days that's a great thing. However once in a while we can all come down with a hard case of it. On those days you mostly wish gravity didn't exist.

My case in point. Just a normal Sunday night, was taking the dogs outside to potty, one of the usual things I try to accomplish before bed.

When I being the chicken that I am, heard a noise in the woods.

Now these are not just regular woods, these are scary dark woods. And we all know what's in scary dark woods right? Scary dark things.... exactly

So I being the brave person that I am, scooped up the puppy and ran inside. Then suddenly from nowhere, GRAVITY just hit me. Like a ton of bricks even.

I just collapsed. I tried not to fall on the poor puppy so I kinda half threw him into the house, while I landed in a big mess on the back porch.
Though hurt as I was, there were still big dark scary things after me, so I continued into the house as fast as I could, and locked the door behind me of course.

Then and only then was I able to take an inventory of my injuries. My right leg was scraped from bottom to top. My left leg scraped and bruised, but wait, my right knee and ankle were beginning to double in size, slowly tripple in size. I knew that coudln't be good. So off to the ER I went.

But wait. Since we all know (except for Grandma Humecky lol) that the love of my life is waiting in limbo in TX to come home, that he wasn't here to drive me to the ER. And of course it was Sunday night at 11pm so the kids were asleep. There was no way Grandma Briggs would be able to drive me to the ER. How the heck was I going to get there.

Now we had a few options, A, I could drive myself. But how dangerous might that be, a maimed person trying to drive in an emergency...probly not good.

B, call and ambulance, now that is feasable, however after I get done at the ER, how does one get home?

...So we settled on option C, a late night call to our good friends and former visiting and home teachers. Without a moments hesitation, they were here to take me and my mangled leg to the ER.

A couple hours and few xrays later, we had a diagnosis. Not exactly the one I was hoping for but, a diagnosis none the less. I have a chip fracture of my distal fibula. In real peoples terms, a broken ankle. OK great, so what does that mean for me? Approximately 6 weeks in a cast, and the inability to chase after my kids. Super.

So I put a call into the Red Cross to see if I could get a message to my dear husband. They were nice enough to throw in my contact request, a request for him to be sent home to help care for our kids. Well great, I wasn't even expecting that. So a few hours later I get a call from my Dear love, he's calling to find out what exactly happened. So I had to relay the whole embarassing story to him, he chuckled, said he was sorry and he'll report back to his commander.

The commander apparently was asking him to get the story, and also asked very steernly"Humecky, did she do this just to get you home faster?" Are you for real? What kind of fool could purposely break their ankle, and for that matter who would even try? I guess someone super desperate. While I'll admit it half crossed my mind, wondering what it would take to get him home via the emergency red cross connection, but really was I ready for what that meant? No certainly not, I didn't want anything major enough to warrent emergent leave to happen. So I passed on that idea.

Any how, here I am drugged up, leg elevated on the couch, where I've been for the past two days. Wishing I wasn't so dang afraid of the dark

...The moral of the story...If one is afraid of the dark, It might be better to have your 7 year old who isn't afraid take the dog out.

My Kidsare fantastic

My loverly kids baked me a cake yesterday. Madilyne put sprinkles on it, she was very proud of herself. Even better as I walked through the door my kids were showering me with kisses, hugs and all kinds of cute little gifts.

Madilyne and James made me a comic book, I think mostly by Madilyne. It was a stack of papers with little stick people colored on and folded.
It was a good day.

The other day we took some pictures, to get ready for invitations for James' baptism and Madilyne just cause...

So if I think that I actually had followers lol, I might blog a little more!

I haven't been the best at blogging since I started working full time. I have a few new goals and desires, and one of them is to blog more! So I am also going to link my blog to facebook...shocker huh!

I am working hard towards being at home and available for my kids, but still being able to make the money I need to.