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Sunday, February 8, 2009

Good Weekend

It’s been a good weekend – not too much drama, not too many emotions and/or hormones running amok, and all the sick ones slowly getting better. We spent the day at church and then cleaning up some at home. I’m gearing up for a long work week, trying to get things ready to be gone for a few days. My work doesn’t stop just because I’m out of the office, it just piles up while I’m gone. My mother-in-law is coming to stay with the girls while we’re gone. LOL – the last time that we had to have the wonderful hub’s grandma stay with us, I ended up with a reorganized kitchen, two new junk drawers (in place of my “lid” drawers) and for some reason, she had cleaned out the pressed flowers and herbs that I had in between some of my cookbooks’ pages. This time, it’ll be my wonderful mother-in-law, who loves these girls to pieces. I doubt very seriously that they’ll even be home often because she likes a good excuse to go out to dinner and shopping. And, of course, my girls oblige her.

School is beginning to kick my butt again. Writing comes pretty easy to me except when I HAVE to write. And writing dry, uninteresting papers on dry, uninteresting subjects is like poking myself in the eyeball with a toothpick. It’s painful to say the least. Gotta go – gotta write – gotta graduate soon.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Cakes, Cakes and More Cakes

We've got cakes on the brain here at the old casa. I made a three-layer chocolate cake for a friend's birthday party tonight and Kate took advantage of the leftovers to make another zebra pattern cake. The best compliment of all was, "Where did you buy that cake?" LOL. Below is also a picture of my poor baby with bronchitis. She was tolerant of my trying out my new camera on her (captive in my bed).

Monday, February 2, 2009

Grief and Drama

Yesterday was full of lots of grief and drama. Kels had been in a mood all weekend and yesterday morning before church it all came to a head. She was vile and nasty. She said horrible, hurtful things that you expect to come from a teenager. Except? We have NEVER heard this kind of stuff from her. She is usually so very laid back and good-natured. Until the Keppra, that is. We begin to wean her off the "Devil-drug" (as we call it) tomorrow. One of my fears is that she is "altered" from the surgery itself, that taking down the Keppra won't make a difference. I don't know if I could live with that. I mean, the surgeries were the worse of two evils. The possibility of a seizure-free life vs. a life-time of possible side-effects. Being a parent is too hard sometimes.