Ok...there is no cheerleader, just a Heroes addict and that tag line is just too cool to not use just once in the blog. After yesterday I plugged into the last 30 minutes of Heroes that I taped Monday to wind down..... why?? well...
The relief that my breast incident was an isolated occurance quickly turned into anger with the fact that the first surgeon is even allowed to practice medicine in the country. What is competitent about not reading a patients file before suggesting surgery and not being honest about that surgery. I came prepared with my questions, will it affect breast feeding later on...no. Well how the heck would losing a quarter of ones breast not (oh and that 1/4 was not the small amount discussed, I only saw that when I saw my file). Let alone his comments that I'd be able to go 'topless' after without anyone noticing a scar, tactless jerk. Between that and my desire to line up a whole bunch of people concerning another incident and have them explain the continual questions of my 6 year old honestly, well it was one of those days where the Dixie Chicks I'm Not Ready to Make Nice got alot of playtime.
Work went well yesterday, we had an interesting meeting on how the department's plan to move our apps to the .NET framework, then I plugged away at yet another 'standards' change to the reports I've been developing. It would be soo nice if Crystal had a way of safely applying Templates to predeveloped reports. By the time 4:20 rolled around (had some flex time to make up due to migraine day) I was ready to go home and pack up for stitchy night.
The one hiccup in that plan was picking up a child that did NOT want to go home and was being a brat for the x-consecutive pickup who wanted to quit beavers thinking he could stay and play in the meantime and continually ran his mouth until I had to put on the serious voice (which I hate using), try to find a politically correct way to say stop talking, and marched him to the car. Arghhh... There was one serious conversation in the car on the way home concerning this behavior. He was then good, doing his homework promptly, handing over the halloween treats for the night and eating. He got ready for Beavers and I packed up my stitching stuff and headed to his investure. Well...that was not the proud glowing mother moment I was expecting, three times I caught his arm going up and when the leader didn't say anything the third time I had to discretely make my way up and warn him that if he did it again he'd go straight home. Worse, the kids that he was having issues with weren't only one of the leaders kids, it was one of my coworkers...so then he tilted his halo and sat their stoically. Then came the actual investure of his group (which is all on video). While the other kids had one hand on the Canada Flag and the other in the beaver hand symbol my son was continually grabbing his butt. It was up to the parents to put their kerchiefs on and when I went to do that I heard "mommy, I pooped my pants". If the floor could have openned up at that point I would have been pretty appreciative. Thankfully it was only some questionable gas but just the thought of having to walk past a room full of parents to take poopy underwear out for lack of better words sucked!
Needless to say when 6:45 came around I was out that door like a shot to pick up Faith Ann and let Matt take over!! I was never so relieved to get to stitchy night!! What an exciting evening, there were a number of pick me ups, hugs and wonderful news, an expectant stitcher :) I vicariously live through people starting families ;) I tried out a pattern to see if it would be narrow enough to make into a needleroll for Alex's bazarre but that was a no go...so now it'll just look nice framed in my house (or mom's) and went back to stitching on my Jeanette Douglas needleroll, I'm getting pretty anxious to put up my Christmas tree. I can't even put into words how nice it was to unwind with some pretty awesome women for 3 hours!! Then when I got home I had a chance to open my mail and there was the letter Matt wrote for me at our marriage prep weekend, timing couldn't have been more perfect ;)
Today I'm FINALLY going to get back to the gym woot! I'm going to check out the christmas craft fair at lunch which should be fun :) Now for something completely off ranting ;)
The rules:
List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether or not they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your blog along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.
1) Not Ready to Make Nice by The Dixie Chicks
2) I Belong to You by Anastacia and some dude ;) Body Track's Current Cool Down, and it makes me want to go home Friday nights and pretend we're not having tacos and instead light some candles, crack open a bottle of wine and have a romantic dinner...like lobster tails
3) Fly Me To the Moon by Frank Sinatra, Body Jam's Current Cool Down, this should be played after the dream dinner for dancing ;)
4) All I Can Do by Chantal Kreviazuk
5) Simply Irresistable by Robert Palmer, yet again another Body Pump Track, squats this time
6) Man Eater by Nelly Furtado, thanks to last weeks Desperate Housewives promo
7) Pretty Vegas by INXS, Body Pump's current Shoulder Track
2 comments:
Wow, what a saga! I'm so relieved to hear that you're not going to have to undergo such an invasive biopsy procedure. I hope your stitchy evening was fun - it sounds like it!
You're so fortunate to have gone for a second opinion!!
Stitching was great last night... I think we all needed it.
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