Then I'll go back to being Thankful.
Ok, first of all. I don't allow people to find my blog by searching on google or whatever. But I recently found out that their is some Indonesian Porn star named Sher something-or-other, and before when I used to allow searches, I'd find people searching for her ALL THE TIME, and would come across mine, when I checked my stat counter. Needless to say, I quickly removed authorization to allow perverts to search and find me by accident.
That said, I'm considering changing the name of my blog. The address will remain the same, but I'll just change the title. I haven't come up with anything catchy, yet, so any ideas would be greatly appreciated.
I was going to copy Mikki and do a big celebration and giveaway for my 200th post. I figured it was coming up to is pretty soon, but had some time to think about it. Well, I guess I blog more than I thought, because this particular post rings me up at 202. Oh well. Maybe I'll do a giveaway to celebrate my 217th post or something. Or maybe I'll wait until my CD is released, then there might be some free CD's to go in the goody bag. We'll see......
Ok. And now, a funny, scary story, in which, I very seriously contemplated putting my 3 year old up for adoption.
Yesterday, KJ went home on the bus with her friend, to play for a few hours after school. At 6:30 or so, I got dinner started on the stove, put on low to simmer, then packed TJ & Peter into the car to go pick up KJ before C got home from work. I pulled in to the driveway, put the car in park, and put on the emergency break. My friend's driveway is very steep. I left the kids in the car, with it running (I know, don't' lecture me...I know), because I was only going up to the door to get KJ. Well, she and her friend wanted to finish their game, and I got talking to her Mom, then TJ came walking in and I lost track of time. Finally, (about 15 minutes later), I decided we'd better get going, because Peter is probably sick of sitting strapped into her carseat in the car.
Well, I went out to discover my car not where I had left it, but down at the end of the driveway with the back sticking out into the street (I drive a big SUV). I freaked! I went running down the driveway, to discover Peter sitting in the middle seat in the front, with a seatbelt on, the gearshift in Drive! and the car was stalled., and the doors all locked. Peter was just happy as could be, jamming out to her tunes. I pounded on the window for her to open the door. She just grinned at me and shook her head. So, I yelled, "Peter you better open the door or I'll come in there and spank your bum!" Apparently my 3 -year old's logic is better than mine, because she didn't flinch at all. So, since my cell phone was in the car, I went back in and borrowed my friend's phone to call C, to have him bring the spare keys. I figure he'd be home or close by now. Well after 4 phone calls, he didn't answer, I resolved I'd have to leave the kids with my friends, run home and get the spare keys, and then run back. I went back out and Peter was now in the drivers seat with the windshield wipers on, and "steering" Finally, I got her to open the door, and we drove home, but boy was I wound up for the rest of the night!
Luckily, no one was hurt, but I can't but think about what could've been. Believe you me, I will NEVER leave my kids in the car with it running EVER again. (My old van used to have a feature that you couldn't pull it into gear unless the brake was on, I guess this car doesn't have that) And I WILL be getting my emergency brake checked out, because apparently it's not doing its JOB!
So, before you report me to the CPS for child neglect, just remember that I do love my children, and I'm trying. Really I am. You can't tell me something like this has NEVER happened to you! Can you???
Ok, just one more, and it's a little serious, but I just needed some input on what to do about it. Don't' be alarmed. I'm sure it's nothing. Maybe I'm just something of a Hypochondriac.
I recently found a lump under my right armpit. Not right in my pit, but down underneath on my side. And it hurts. It's very distinct, and it's not on the other side. So, I googled painful armpit lumps, and tried to find all the reasons I could have a lump other than the most obvious and the most scary. I'm not even going to say it out loud. But it said your lymph nodes in your pits can get swollen or you can get cysts because of a viral or bacterial infection. They used mastitis as an example. I'm telling myself that having a cold counts. That counts, right? I'm thinking I'll just wait a week and see if it just goes away, and if not, I'll go get it checked out.
Does anyone have any experience in the area? Have you ever found a lump or known someone who has? I just need someone to tell me it's nothing, and to not worry about it.
There now. I'm done complaining. Do you want to see some random pictures the kids and I took, while goofing around the other night?
Well, I'll post 'em anyway, just for fun.
BTW, TJ had another belt test for Karate yesterday, and testing for his purple belt. He gets his belt ceremony next week. Way to go TJ!!!