Soooo… I’m bored.
I’m stuck in my room with an absolutely gorgeous snowy view of the train station across the street. I hear little voices chirping through the house and the hum of the washing machine.
And I thought, “Well, I could always blog”
So, come join me in my random thoughts as I write about the lifestyles of the sequestered and never to be famous.
–My face is swollen. The radioactive iodine can collect in your salivary glands, and apparently it has in mine. It gives me a headache, but that’s really the only negative side effect. My very diplomatic father couched the swelling this way, “Well, cutie pie, let me put it this way. If you had any wrinkles before, there aren’t any now.”
–The face swelling dashes any of my hopes to figure out who my doppleganger is or was or whatever was going on in Facebook-land last week. My mom suggested Miss Piggy. Instead, I just figure I’ll pick an actress I wish I looked like. Can I be Catherine Zeta-Jones? Seriously, though, I’m just happy to look like me… swollen face and all. After all, God designed me… who am I to complain?
–My parents are hysterical and I am delighted that they are here for a week. Every little bit my dad pops into my doorway wearing one of the kids’ costume hats or tells me a funny story or just stands and talks to me. My mom calls herself Cinderella, slaving away for me while I lie in bed eating bon-bons. Only my bon-bons are this no salt, no dairy, no egg, no Italian food diet I have to be on. I did make some brownies last week that really are quite tasty though.
–I have a new appreciation for those of you who have to be on special diets. And while I choose to avoid certain foods in my “normal” diet to help lower my recurrence risks, I can still splurge every now and then. You can’t. And you have my great admiration, because I. heart. food.
–Monday night, I’m ordering a pizza!
–I watched Nat graduate. It was awesome.
–Every 30 minutes or so, my Bella appears in some new dress or shirt or something and asks, “Can I come give you a quick hug yet?” Sometimes I say “yes.” It kills me when I have to tell her to wait a little longer.
–I absolutely love that my dad has been in the play room with Bear and Bella for the past hour and a half, and I hear Bear say, “Oh, Grandaddy, isn’t this fun that you are the dragon and I am the knight?!” He is so good at getting down on their level and loving them.
–My parents, if no one else in the house, will sleep well tonight.
–I do get pray a lot. That is one of the beauties of this sequestering. Time. And I am praying for so many friends… friends who’ve recently lost a baby, friends who are struggling to get pregnant, friends who just had surgery, friends who are facing heart surgery on their baby when she is born in a few weeks, a friend who’s sister just died and she can’t go to the funeral, friends fighting this cancer battle, friends without jobs, friends who know what suffering is far more than I ever have… and so much more. Can I give a gentle nudge? If you know someone who is hurting? Turn off the Olympics or stop what you’re doing for just a moment and take the time to call them or write them an email or note… just let them know they are important to you. I know it would mean a lot to them.
–I received more possibly good news today during a phone call with a Jessie. And I am still holding my breath. Well, okay, I’m not really still holding it… but I am so excited and hopeful and crying and just praying and praying and praying for this miracle that Andrew’s cancer battle might possibly be ending.
–The previous owner of our house saw Brian out front this morning and stopped to talk with him. He saw the room Bri remodeled and loved it. He also answered a mysterious plumbing problem that has plagued us and it was good news. We are relieved and grateful.
–My husband posted this on my FB wall: Hey babe. You are positively radiant today! I’m not sure whether to strangle him or thank him.
–We are not celebrating Valentine’s Day. But we’re so in love that it’s Valentine’s Day every day in our house. Are you gagging yet?
–Bri and Ash have been gone all day. I miss them even though I wouldn’t be able to be with them if they were home. Is that strange?
–Bear is now downstairs teaching Grandad how to play Star Wars Wii. I can hear through the vent to the room below. Bear says, “Grandad, will you please drop out so I can do this part?” Grandad replies, “Sure. How do I drop out?” I love it.
–Speaking of Valentine’s Day, my daddy brought me flowers and peanut butter cups today. I am convinced that there will be peanut butter cups at the wedding feast in Heaven.
There you have it. I am now no longer bored. You are. However, I have a cure for your boredom, go to my Rolling With the Punches post and read Heather’s comment. I read it out loud to my mom who was in my room folding clothes with me and I literally screamed with laughter.
Thank you, bloggy friends, for praying for us. We are truly grateful.
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