Letters of Intent......I told you so

This will be sweet, simple and to the point. Sorry it is late, but you will see why.

Welcome to Letters of Intent, brought to us by Julie. Go tell her she is wonderful. She will appreciate it. Join in. She will appreciate it more.

To all the tests I had that said my gallbladder was fine, I TOLD YOU SO.

I spent the night/morning in the ER, had a CT scan, for the 14th time, and THIS ONE actually came back showing gallstones.

I KNEW all along it was my gallbladder, (don't ask how, I just knew) so I don't know if it was the no insurance thing since I just got insurance (one nurse said absolutely not cause the dr's get paid at this particular hospital through a grant if I couldn't pay) or if it was just all in God's timing, but when the doctor came in that morning and said, "You have gallstones," I didn't even let him finish his sentence. I just fell back on the bed, and said "I KNEW IT!"

Now gallbladder surgery will follow, no details yet, but they released me with a shot and some meds that made me almost forget about the whole ordeal. Almost.

I am still quite fuzzy, so I shall keep it brief for now, but I will say this particular puzzle in my life has been a burden for over THREE YEARS and finally that part has been exposed. It has wrecked havoc on my already seriously disturbed nerves and OCD, but alas we have another piece of the puzzle. Thank you God. Now we can begin rearranging the pieces of my puzzle. Still won't have the finished puzzle, but at least we know all the pieces better.

Sincerely,

Soon to be Gallbladder-less Lisa

Tell Me Thursday

First of all, HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!

Second, time for Tell Me Thursday.

Here is my Wordless Wednesday picture of Dylan:

Dylan was seriously calling the glove a "HAAAT" and trying his best to figure out how to make it fit his head. We told ourselves he was just trying to be like the catcher, not just totally stupid ignorant where baseball is concerned. I mean, the kiddo isn't even two yet. (This was taken during the week of the World Series.)

Thankfully before the end of the series, he had it all figure out. (We were beginning to wonder.)

He even learned how to take it off. (We were so proud.)

Happy Turkey Day and come back later for Thank You Very Much!

Wordless Wednesday

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Come back tomorrow for Tell Me Thursday for the details behind this picture, also for Thank You Very Much brought to us by Kmama, and probably some other Thanksgiving details throughout the week in general as Aunt Willie & Tonette will be joining in on all the fun this weekend!

True Story Tuesday

It's Tuesday, so you know what that means! True Story Tuesday brought to you by Mr. Daddy & Rachel at Once Upon A Miracle. Check it out.

"Do You Smell That?"

This past weekend, I was able to get away and do a little shopping at a Wally World that I usually don't get to go to that is like the MEGA Wally World in our area. I was so rockin' the place. Looking at this. Looking at that. You know, just cruisin' the aisles.

Then I smelled it.

It smelled like someone had peed on the floor, or was in desperate need of a bath, or a change or clothes, or like a cat just sprayed somewhere. Just TERRIBLE.

Then it disappeared. Maybe it was all in my mind nose.

Nope. Smelled it again. Only this time MUCH MUCH stronger.

I am thinking, "Some poor person has had an accident," or something at this point. (And "I am gonna puke cause I need fresh air" cause it was REALLY strong.

Then, I realize what department I am next to in the store, so my brain started churning and my curiosity got the best of me. (Yeah, I am smart like that.) Sure enough, about 3 aisles down, I see them.

About 8 hunters running in for some last minute (or rather mid-hunting) items in the sports/hunting/whatever it is called area.

All huddled around some prized possession, oohing and awwing over it like girls over a baby.. They are SO excited that whoever has found this whatchamajig and that this will surely do the trick, blah blah blah.

The smell? Why, none other than deer pee to lure the male out of the woods, of course. I mean, they probably had deer running into Wally World after them due to the fact that the smell horrendous odor was so strong. That is all well and good for THE WOODS, but just because Wally World carries EVERYTHING and is open 24/7, that doesn't mean you should come in at any ole time you please. Like when you are covered in animal pee, for example. Time and place for ALL things, fellas.

And I couldn't help but think of Mr. Daddy and just laughed plain out loud because I could SO see him doing exactly the same thing. Of course he would be the ring leader and proud new owner of the whatchamajig. Of course in Mossy Oak design. I hear they even make jock straps. (tee hee, couldn't resist. Thank you SO much He & Me + 3 for mentioning that in the comments in Rachel's Letter of Intent on Friday..)


Head on over to Once Upon A Miracle for more True Story Tuesdays!

Happy Tuesday!

Favorite Foto Friday

Time for Favorite Foto Friday! Now brought to us by Hannah!

This week's theme is "Oh Give Thanks" and I guess this post kind of fits. It is not a Turkey day reference, but a chance for me (us) to look back on Dylan's last year and be so thankful for all the joy he has brought to us in his life and for all we hope to bring to his.

Look how much our Little Boy Boy has grown in just over a year! Can you believe it? Neither can we!

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Happy Friday Everyone!

Letters Of Intent

It's Friday, and time for "Letters of Intent" from Julie at The Foursons. Check them out.

Okay, Julie, your letter was the final straw that lead me to write this letter. Rock on! I am not usually so bold, but I have felt led to this particular letter, and when I read her letter, I knew it was time someone awful be addressed. So here goes.

Dear SATAN,

Can't wait til you ROT IN HELL.

You have caused so many people so many problems with your little "wandering the Earth, seeking whom you may devour." I AM SICK OF YOU! SICK of you devouring weakness in people.

I personally cannot wait (and I am SURE I am in a long line of people) to see you thrown into to Lake of Fire FOREVER.

Julie's friend had an aneurysm. She is 35 with 4 kids. (Although I do not think Satan can CAUSE things like this necessarily, he can milk it for all it's worth to him and for his sick, twisted reasons.)

But you know what Satan, (and I happen to know you DO know this) God can and does use things like this for HIS glory, also. He can turn a destroyed Red Car Car into a $250 problem. He can turn an aneurysm into a healing miracle. (Witnessed one myself in a little old lady that lived down the road.)

So while you may be getting your kicks off of every one's misery and pain now, KNOW THIS: YOUR DAY IS COMING AND YOU KNOW IT.

That is worse than the unknown. KNOWING you are going to sit in HELL FOREVER. I would be out causing misery too if I knew that were to be my destiny.

But, alas, IT ISN'T my destiny. Nor is it any one else's who chooses God over you and WE GET THE LAST LAUGH. Only I think by that point, we WON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT YOU. You, Mean old Satan, will not enter our little minds with all the trouble you caused on this Earth, for you will be nothing but a blip in our heads, if that.

So, in closing, Satan, PRAISE THE LORD! You CANNOT defeat me, thanks to Jesus Christ. Thank you isn't even a tip of the ice burg of the words due to Jesus.

Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.

Just wanted to say it again because I KNOW His name makes you and your demons tremble in fear.

Jesus.

Sincerely,
A Christian gal who is truly blessed but sick and tired of you hanging around seemingly way too much.

Jesus.

Thank You Very Much!

Join in with Kmama in "Thank You Very Much." A chance to whine, cut a shine, complain about whatever you want and just get it all off your chest. Check it out.

To my sister for hitting me in the head with one of Dylan's toys the other day, thank you very much.

To Dylan for BITING MY TOE out of pure old meanness, thank you very much. (And, yes, I know that is BEYOND nasty.)

To Gracie, our Princess Demon Possessed cat, thank you very much for biting me during a phone conversation with my THERAPIST causing me to scream mid sentence, then explain my scream, only to feel even MORE stupid/crazy.

To Aunt Susie, thank you very much (FOR REAL) for helping out with the photo shoot the other day. Couldn't have done it with out Dylan's "Doo Doo" there to entertain him that long.

To Dylan for calling said Aunt Susie "Doo Doo" at the TOP OF HIS LUNGS at KFC the other day while she went for a refill during dinner, thank you very much. Everyone LOVES it at restaurants when children scream and yell about what they assume is a poop and/or bowel movement related conversation, not knowing this is your loving out at "Susie."

To People Magazine, Johnny Depp is NOT the hottest man of the year. So thank you very much for wasting that spot (and #2) on a so-so man. (Don't get me wrong, I don't Johnny-hate. I think he is alright, but he just doesn't rank #1 for me. Sorry.)

Guess that is all I have to "thank you very much" about for now.