Emma's sick

Yesterday morning, Emma awoke with a tennis ball sized lymph node under her chin. Since I am such an attentive mother, I didn't notice until Abbee gasped in the bathroom and said, "Mom! What in the world is wrong with Emma's chin?" I took one look and (again being the above bar Mom that I am) FREAKED OUT! I immediately got on-line and googled swollen lymph node (not a smart idea) and was certain Emma's life could be in tremendous peril by the time I'd finished reading everything!

The doctor's office "worked us in" which is a medical term that means sitting in the waiting room for hours until every other patient who actually has an appointment is seen! We were the very last to get called back. After over an hour of waiting, the doctor finally came in and examined her. She was telling me that she wanted to run some tests and explaining the possible causes of the tennis ball jaw. When she left the room to get the strep test stuff, Emma looked at me and said, "Does tests mean the same thing as shots?"

After the strep test came back negative, we were sent from the office to the lab for some bloodwork and as we were leaving the office, Emma says, "I think I just need an oreo milkshake with no whooped cream!" Now, THAT'S MY GIRL! She knows that there is nothing an oreo milkshake can't make better!

Long story short, the doctor thinks she has mono...but, we won't be sure until the lab results are in. Her gland is a little smaller today, and she says she's feeling a little better! Apparently, she's is. She has gone from sad, pathetic sick girl to bossy, snippy sick girl! We're hoping she's ready to go back to school by tomorrow and when I say we I mean me!

MeMe

Okay...well, my good friend Kristy tagged me. I don't necessarily know what that means, but it gives me the opportunity to practice my linkage! And, I am full of deep dark uninteresting little known facts about myself. But first...the rules!

(1) Link to the person that tagged you.
(2) Post the rules on your blog.
(3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
(4) Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
(5) Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

Scoot to the edge of your seat...
1. I have an aversion to gum. And when I say aversion, I mean it literally makes me want to hurl! Every aspect of it! I can't stand the way it smells, I can't stand when someone is smacking it, and don't even think about wadding it up and sticking it to your plate while at the table with me (or your cup for that matter!). In fact, just thinking about that makes me sick to my stomach!

2. I broke a district record my senior year in none other than the (buh buh bum) DISCUS! That's right, my friends, I was a discus stud! My high school basketball coach (who was also the track coach) forced us to run track! So, being the extremely slow white girl that I am, I put all my effort eggs into the discus basket. I was two inches from the state track meet...and I'm still blaming the guys that mark the throws!

3. I actually enjoy exercising. It makes me feel good. If I'm having a slum day, exercise perks me right up and gives me a little hyper-boost! I know...I'm weird that way.

4. I once burned all my hair off trying to straighten it with a chemical straightener (in the days WAY BEFORE the Chi!). It was extremely long and I had to get it cut VERY SHORT! The funniest part was when it was growing back in, the roots were tight curls and the ends were bone straight...think opposite of a perm growing out! Quite ugly I must say.

5. I ran away with my high school boyfriend and got married when I was 17. When my parents found out, after they killed me, they forced an annullment.

6. I totally made that last one up! I thought it would shock a few of my friends that know everything there is to know about me. Which is my final quirk...I love saying things for shock value! It drives Wes crazy! I, on the other hand, consider it a gift. I love the look of "I cannot believe she just said that!" on people's faces. I'm sure it's rooted somewhere in my dark, painful childhood...except my childhood wasn't dark or painful!

Okay...Margo Clayton James Michelle You're it!

Is that too much to ask?

Well...I'm current. I've officially caught up on LOST and will be ready for the new episode on Thursday. I must say, I don't like the direction this is going. And, the whole (if you aren't current and don't want me to spoil it, stop reading now!) Oceanic 6 thing is tickin me off...and none of the ones we've seen post-island are happy. I'm not sure how they plan on pulling a happy ending out of this twisted sadness, but I've got lots of hours of my life invested in this thing and I WANT MY HAPPY ENDING! Is that too much to ask?

How Can I Take Him Seriously When...

This is the man I have to talk to for the next 36 hours or so! Wes had lasik this morning and, although he's not blind, he's got the glasses for it! As far as he can tell, his surgery was a success...he's seeing clearly and his doctor said it would continue to improve over the next couple of days. And, for the record, do not assume he's sleeping in the recliner and talk about him on the telephone...his eyes (and ears) could very well be open!! Not that anyone has done that...I'm just sayin! He just showed Emma a lasik surgery on YouTube. Her comment..."OH...that was nasty!" Anyway, thanks to those of you who prayed for him. The gift of sight is a beautiful thing!!

I have no idea...

I stayed home with John Wesley today because he was running fever. He's not much different when he's sick...the only way I can tell is that his eyes are glassy and he sounds like his throat is swollen. But, these obstacles do not keep the little jabberbox from talking non-stop all day long. Seriously, from the moment his feet touch the floor he's talking. Usually asking question after question after question until I finally tell him he has to be quiet until I say he can talk (this usually takes place in the van after the other kids have been dropped off and he is questioning everything including my driving skills!!).

Anyway, he goes through these phases of little phrases he uses almost everytime he speaks. It was "I can't believe..." Like, he'd say, "I can't believe you just did that." Or, "I can't believe I have to eat tacos again."

Now, his phrase of choise is "I have no idea..." For instance, he might say, "I have no idea how you do that, Aunt Shellee." Or, "I have no idea how my shoes got there." This morning, being out of milk and still in my PJs, I had to make him toast for breakfast. I sat it down on the table, called him in to eat, and went on about my business when I heard..."I have no idea what this white stuff is on my toast!"

It made me chuckle a bit. (In case you're wondering, it was butter!)

S-P-E-L-L-I-N-G

Last night, I was helping Jordan study for UIL spelling by calling out the 150 words she is responsible for today. I came to the word "headstrong" and I said, "That's easy! J-O-R-D-A-N." To which she replied (as she continued to write frantically), "I don't get it!" I continued calling out 3 or 4 more words when suddenly there was a loud GASP! Jordan said (in her most surprised tone!), "Wait a minute...are you calling me headstrong?" Then, she giggled as she waited for just the right word to spell S-H-E-L-L-E-E...the word?.... Forgetful!

I love it when things click in their little minds like that! And, don't comment that I'm a bad mother for calling her names!! There are so many much worse reasons why I'm a bad mother! Name calling is the least of their concerns!

Hello, my name is Shellee...

...and I'm an addict. Yes, I have a new addiction. Over the weekend, I was feeling a little under the weather. I left the usual Saturday ritual of ALL DAY UPWARD BASKETBALL to go home and crawl into bed. After sleeping the entire day away, I woke up feeling worse but not really able to sleep. So, I got out my laptop and made one fatal mistake: www.abc.com. That's right! I thought I would see what I could sink my mind into for a little while. Now... I'm totally addicted to "Lost."

Never having seen it, I started with the pilot. I now have 7 episodes of season one left to watch and I cannot stop! (There were 24 episodes in the first season!) Don't judge me! I know what you're thinking! Last night, I forced myself to stop watching at midnight! And then I had jungle dreams all night!

Sadly, I am three seasons behind and I'm feeling better! I cannot justify laying in bed any longer but I must see the rest. Even sadder, my good friend (and fellow addict...although she has apparently watched from the onset) informed me that if I'm a person who needs closure, "Lost" is not the show for me!

Me? Closure? I can totally leave things undone. I like it when questions have no answers and movies leave me wondering! It's my favorite actually! I'd love to tell you more but...gotta go! I have three seasons worth of catching up to do!