The Monkey & I had a very serious conversation the other day which resulted in clearly defined rules regarding a very serious matter.
So let it be known, that I, the Cowtown Mama, have granted permission to my eldest son, The Monkey, to attack if our home is ever invaded by Ninjas.
Ninjas - you have been warned. If you approach our residence, you will be attacked without reservation by The Monkey. He has been granted permission to kick you in your private parts, to beat you about the face and head, and to punch you in the guts.
This is the last time I will speak of it..... Again, Ninjas.... you have been warned.
Now, we did set different rules for your run of the mill robbers - the rule is run like hell and call 911.
Sorry the last post sounded so.... depressing, but I felt at the time as though I was truly in a pit. I'm feeling better, but not great... still somewhat in the dark, still somewhat chaotic. Thank you to all who called, emailed, and prayed... Our God is a God of the highest moutain tops and the lowest valleys and thankfully, he puts friends in the path as we go through the journey.
I spent Tuesday (my 38th birthday) at the doctor - my blood pressure was through the roof. I know - it's shocking (note the sarcasm in my typing). So my doctor adjusted my blood pressure medicine and gave me something to help me sleep. It's amazing how sleep provides you with mental clarity.
I'll type more later, but the boys are demanding my attention. Something to do with Star Wars.....
So I've been avoiding my blog... my life can be describe in one simple word - CHAOS. Chaos at home, chaos at work, and today, I feel myself spiraling toward a deep abyss. I recognize the signs - signs that appeared shortly after my 22nd birthday. Signs that have come in and out of my life since that time. A dark place that I can come through, but never the less, a dark place that I don't like to be in.
My friend, Lisa, posted a blog with a similar theme of avoidance during difficult times. By putting this on "paper" so to speak, it makes it all too real. I'm really ok.... it's just a rough spot that will take more than a day to get through, but alas, I will get through.
I do have some funny things to post about, but tonight, I'm not really feeling it. If you are reading this, and you're the praying type, I simply ask for your prayers - prayers for me, the Husband, the Monkey, and the Bear. Pray for us individually, pray for us as a family.......
Bono is the King of Ireland, and based on Sarah Palin's defintion, I guess anyone in Texas has enough foreign policy experience to qualify for VP since we are so close to Mexico.
So I got good news yesterday - my pouch has shrunk back down, so I can return to my regular diet on Friday. One of my awesome doctors reminded me to slow down and chew a lot. I promised to follow his instructions because 2 weeks of mush sucked big time!
So right now I'm at 57.5 pounds lost since 1/23/2008. I'm so excited and so geniuenly proud of myself.... truly proud of this accomplishment, but no sitting back and relaxing, I still have more work to do. Like get into a workout routine because that will be critical for the next 50 lbs.
I bought some fall clothes about a month or so ago in a smaller size. Since the weather has cooled off this week, I decided to wear some yesterday. Well, my teammates proceeded to tell me that I cannot wear the pants again because they are too big, and I should probably save the shirt to wear as a sexy pj top. They have been so supportive, and a few of them truly keep me grounded and remind me often about how much I've accomplished.
Native Texan, child of God, wife, mother, friend, daughter, and sister - Mom to 2 boys (aka the Monkey and the Bear) and wife/partner of a really wonderful man.