good–My chiro appt only lasted 10 minutes today. Stopped to see Gabe at work, picked up chips/sweet onion salsa and ice cream treats and met my cousin and her friend at her pool (at her apt. complex) where they were watching my girlies. Livi and Ava had a blast with Alandra and Emily. Nina slept in her stroller. Good talks with Camy and Kasey (sp?).
bad–My back didn’t feel so hot. Camy commented that I was walking crooked. It usually doesn’t hurt to walk, just to bend and/or lift. The pain was pretty constant.
good–Had fun reading the 456 comments people left on my friends’ xangas while I was away.
bad–Found out why they’re cutting down trees. Oil pipeline. Guess whose yard the easement swerves into. Guess whose 2 huge evergreen trees are history. Guess whose pear tree must be transplanted if it’s to be saved. Guess who held her 2 daughters while all three of them cried at the sad news.
good–My husband is the calming voice of reason in the chaos that is my life. He comforted all of us and promised we will turn our “new” backyard into something pretty soon.
bad–The back pain is worsening…
good–“Emily” from our new church stopped by with a warm loaf of bread from “Great Harvest” (or is it Good Harvest?) as a welcome gift.
bad–Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch.
good–My New Zealand interview was as fun as all get out. Tim, the host, encouraged “all the blokes to read the book to better understand their ladies.” He kept saying what a fun book it was and how he said to himself, over and over, while reading it, “That is so true. That is so true.” He wants to talk again when the next book comes out. I’m a bit nervous about doing interviews for that one.
bad–I was getting the girls ready for their bath and happened to look in the mirror. Uh, the left side of my shirt was hanging funny, a lot lower than the right side. Now, I know I do the lopsided nursing thing inadvertently at times, but this had nothing to do with my chest. Pulled up my shirt and gasped. Turned to Livi and Ava.
“Does Mommy look funny?” I asked.
“Yeah, that side’s bigger!” Livi said.
My right hip was sticking out a good two inches farther than my left. We’re talking left side=pre-adolescent. right side=hula dancer mid-swing. We’re talking lawsuit–blasted chiropractor. Guess I’ll be dragging all my children with me tomorrow and paying him a visit for the FOURTH DAY IN A ROW. I can hear all of you saying, “I told you so.” How about just showing a little love and pity? 🙂
good–If I die tonight, I’m going to heaven.
bad–I think I might die tonight.
good–Ava finally learned how to pump her legs while swinging, so I don’t have to push her all the time.
bad–Ava came inside tonight, tried to go down to the basement, and said, “I can’t open the STINKIN’ door!” Um, why is she repeating everything I say all of a sudden. It’s almost a joke to her now, because 15 seconds later, she looks at Livi, smiles, and says, “That’s a bunch of stinkin’ crap.” Okay, it’s official. I must clean up my mouth. Thankfully, I’m not a cusser, but I use lots of substitutes when I’m ticked (freakin’, stinkin’, crap). Not so edifying. Not what I want my preschool daughters to be saying at church.
good–thought I’d end on a good note. Hmmm… Um… Hmmm… Something good….Gabe found us unlimited long distance with voice mail through the internet for $8 a month. Can’t beat that!