Should be "Wordless Wednesday" but....

Seems like I am not the only one who has been taking bloggy vacations lately.. so has Wordless Wednesday. So, since it isn't technically Wordless Wednesday and I can't link up, I guess I don't technically have to be wordless, right?

Sooooooo... You THOUGHT this was what Mr. Potato Head was supposed to look like, am I correct?

You were sadly mistaken.

Even Dylan thinks he looks silly!

"Don't I look stylish?"

"Okay, okay, Nee Nee. I will put the glasses on the right way if you let me look at the pictures on the camera. Sheesh!"

"Well, I didn't promise to KEEP them that way!"

Not Me Monday!

 Welcome to Not Me Monday! A chance to not tell the whole world what didn't happen lately. Join "A crazy lady I no longer wish to be associated with but hate to delete these posts because they tell stuff I did"  for some confessing of the things you most certainly did not do.

First off, it is not me who is BACK in bloggy world, hopefully full force! We shall see!

It was not Grammy & Momma Amy who thought they were just going to do a "quick change" in the parking lot of Golden Corral only to find out that Dylan had a mini-explosion in his pull up causing them to strip him nekkid and scrub him down while standing on a blanket in said parking lot. Nope, not Grammy & Momma Amy.

It is not me who STILL hasn't fixed the birthday slide show of Dylan's bday party, nearly ONE ENTIRE MONTH after the party. I am SOOOO on top of such things.

It was not me who got carried away with the Hatfield/McCoy UK vs WVU Feud this past Saturday only to have to eat crow at our church's dinner they had instead of the wonderful spread of food laid out before us. UK did not play like a bunch of pre-schoolers and let WVU stomp all over them. And (Sorry SRC) it is not me who thinks that perhaps some tampering was done because UK really should have won if they had played like they could and should have. I mean, Cousins on the bench for what seemed like most of the game with ONLY 3 fouls? What the heck, coach? I admit UK played poorly, and WVU was popping out 3 pointers like blowing bubble gum, don't get me wrong SRC, but we so should have won but hey, it only took you guys 51 years to not get to that point, right? LOL Okay, sorry, I am not done ranting / whining / complaining about that. Go WVU.. cough cough.

It was not my fellow blogger (and long time family friend) SRC who got so excited she posted like 50 facebook posts about the gleefulness of the outcome of the game. It did not SOOOO crack me up. I would have done the same thing, S. And then she did not even wait one stinking day to apologize for being one of "those" fans. I would have at least waited til Monday, S! LOL Cause being one of "those" fans can be fun sometimes!

It was not me who proudly took my Chester's little UK Wildcat figurine to church on Sunday to show I was still a proud UK-ian, lol, only to be greeted by my friend Marsha with "I figured you would need a hug after last night!" LOL We did not have so much fun with it.

It was not Dylan who, during church, discovered Lillian Kay up front when she went and sat somewhere else after sitting with him for quite a while, to announce "AH HA!" like he had pulled a rabbit out of a hat, at the top of his lungs of course, causing the row of teenagers behind us to burst into giggles.

Dylan does not have to go for a 2 day over night tomorrow. I am thrilled beyond measure. GAG.

I also do not see my new therapist Toddddd again tomorrow (and no he does not spell it that way, that is the emphasis I put on it because I am still a little un-thrilled about having a new counselor) and have to read a chapter in a book he gave me before I forget. Yippee. Can't wait. LOL I also wasn't a little behind at our last meeting. (Behind as in butt, not as in needs to be caught up.) Sorry Toddddd. Working on that. (For real! lol)

And I guess that wraps up my NMM for today! Hope everyone has a great week and I will post some pics of Baby Cakes when I get them uploaded!

Still here...

Sorry, everyone for the lack of blogging this past week, and part of last week too. After the Internet got fixed, it seemed like one thing after another just kept happening, and blogging just had to take the back burner for a little while.

I feel guilty about this, because I know a few of you really like the updates on Dylan, etc, but I may be MIA for another week. Just have to get some things lined out, and it is draining me.

There, Nee Nee has admitted she isn't perfect. :)

Letters of Intent

Welcome to Letters of Intent, brought to us by none other than dear Julie. Write letters you wish you could really send (or really send them) and wait for the magic to happen. If nothing else, you feel better for venting your frustrations, bragging on whoever, or whatever you write about. Let me begin. Warning. It ain't purdy.

Dear Dr. S.,

YOU SUCK!!!!

Why did you over radiate my dear, sweet Cuzzin Robyn (pictured below with her hubby James at their church's Valentines Dinner where they won couple #1) to where she may possibly shine like a glow worm?

Hmmm? What do you have to say for yourself? I wanna know. Real bad.

For weeks, Cuzzin Robyn walked by this lovely quilt to a room for you to give her radiation.....


....at this new machine which YOU DID NOT KNOW HOW TO FREAKIN' OPERATE PROPERLY so you calibrated it wrong causing you to over radiate her by a "fraction" (whatever a "fraction" means in over-radiation terms. Can we have some numbers and percentages here, please?)

Well, thank goodness she had this comfy bean bag thing to lay on while you were roasting her organs and breast tissue and nerves. (*snort*)


Dr. S. had three physicists look at it and another radiologist and they "think" she'll be just fine.

How "thoughtful" of them.

Not only did he miscaliber the machine, he also he got very close to the nerves that control her left hand and as of now there is no way to tell about permanent damage yet because of tingling still from chemo in her hands and feet. Not only that, like that isn't enough, this over radiation has caused her skin to be where she {warning men, sensitive words} cannot have her nipples reattached. I guess us "lowly" women shouldn't worry about things as unnecessary as nipples and just be thankful for all they can do, but lets remove a man's package with promises to fix it all back just so, then tell him, "Ooops, you don't get a couple things back cause I miscalibrated a machine! Sorry!" and she how THEY would react. Yeah.

Cuzzin Robyn sees 3 other doctors in H-town, Dr. M, Dr. C & Dr. F on Monday for a more detailed report. Dr. F said Robyn has second degree burns due to the over-radiation. Dr. M, the doctor who preformed the surgery, should have her records from Dr. S by then because she sent for them when she found out. This is basically "just a double check up" to make sure that Dr. S knows what he is talking about when he says everything should be okay. We want more than that, thank you. (Well, more that is earthly possible.)

Dr S., you took an oath. Just because you confessed (which I am sure you had to in attempt to cover your tail since you did this to FOUR other people also) doesn't mean you didn't mess up or shouldn't be reprimanded because you made a huge error.

This is Christopher, Robyn's son. (Ain't he a doll?) See all these lovely ladies he is with? Yeah, there not gonna be happy when they find out what you did to his Momma, Dr. S.


See, this was one reaction caught on camera.



So Dr. S, Chris, me, all us crazy White's, and all these lovely ladies just might have to hunt you down and go bananas on you. Not a threat, just saying what might or might not happen.

(Put me and Cuzzin Linda together, and NO PROMISES as to what may or may not happen. Just sayin.)

Not only is Chris and his ladies upset, but look at what Daisy has to say:


Yeah, I would feel about "this big" after a balling out like that too.

But Dr. S., Robyn has a GREATER PHYSICIAN. I have the faith to believe that her Great Physician was watching over her and that he has caused you no extra harm, Sweet Cuzzin Robyn, and whatever Dr. S. did God can bring for your goodness and His glory, but Dr. S. is STILL responsible. We trust and know whatever happened, God had his hands on it, no matter what the doctor did.


Look at that face. Would YOU wanna be responsible for making it frown? Me neither.

Hope you sleep like you are on a bed of rocks,
Cuzzin Lisa

Thank You Very Much

Okay, it is official ( I think ) that our internet/phone is fixed!!!! Thank you Greg, and all the other Suddenlink peeps, for getting right on that. Today, our road has had suddenlink trucks going up and down them like crazy, and that has proven to be a good sign! (Did you all catch the comment from the Suddenlink Lady? First Professor Wonder, now Tina from Suddenlink, I am starting to like this! Rachel and Julie have SOOOOO rubbed off on me! Yippee!)

On to Kmama and her weekly therapy of Thank You Very Much. Love. It.

To the girl at Big Lots who eyed over the shirt/camisole I was purchasing, then TOTALLY sizing me up to announce that "I had better keep that receipt just in case this don't fit," Thank You Very Much.

To the girl at Big Lots who eyed over the shirt/camisole I was purchasing, IT FIT, Thank You Very Much. Where would you like me to return that receipt?

To Cuzzin Robyn for absolutely cracking me up with her FOUR comments about the Sperm donor and all and then ends up apologizing (cause she is nice like that), Thank You Very Much (for real) cause I was totally CRACKING UP. Hilarious.

To the little kid at the studio yesterday for annoying me to the point of tricking you out of the room for good only to make me feel guilty (slightly) about it, Thank You Very Much. To James and Lyle for laughing at me and telling me how awful I was and making me feel even worse, Thank You Very Much. (No one was complaining cause he didn't come back, now, were they? lol)

To Sonya for the pork chop dinner (with MASHED POTATOES -had to be there joke-) Thank You Very Much, for real. It was quite tasty. Even with the potatoes!

To the walmart at Lo---a for NOT putting the Cosmo magazine with" 50 Things to do Naked" BEHIND the little covered up magazine holders where you wont see them if you are perhaps checking out with a guy only to be embarrassed to death when you can't seem to help yourself and quote the "catchy article title" out loud only to have to face said guy and check out with him and proceed on your trip with him while pretending to have NOT just said "50 Things to do Naked", Thank You Very Much. I wasn't caught off guard at all, had a PERFECT answer ready for the "WHAAA???" look I got, and it didn't cause one single embarrassing moment. (** cough cough ** We ALL know that ain't true! LOL)

To Kmama for hosting this lovely therapy, Thank You Very Much!

Happy Thursday and I hope to get the slide show up soon!

Awww... feels good to be back in bloggy land!

HoustonSuddenlink, We Have A Problem -- Please Read Bloggy Friends

Okay, I literally sit in Wendy's "hot spot" wifi parking lot and type this (as of course someone pulls in beside my very 'unique' parking spot as to NOT attract a neighbor, no biggie, I am GREAT at ignoring people) to let our little blogging world know that Our Life With Dylan has NOT in fact fallen off the face of the earth, but our internet service (and phone service) has. Well, every once in a while we get a few minutes of phone/internet, but we don't know what in the world is up yet. One dude was there today, and he was like, "Um, I think Greg is gonna have to fix it." Well, come on down, Greg, cause we sure are ready for ya!

SOOOOO, I am just popping this up here so you know where I/we are and that I still plan on doing a photo slideshow of the party for you Robyn & Brenda (jane) who couldn't make it.

Sigh. The weird 'neighbors' are starting to get to me. I shall hopefully be back soon.

Not Me Monday

Okay, first off, let me say that I am at the local library and am DEFINITELY having "technical issues" with the bloggy world. Don't know what the deal is, but apparently here in the library at Bedrock they are not up to date with programs necessary to open more than one page at a time. I understand the need for extra security precautions, blah blah blah, but SHEESH, ONE PAGE?

Moving along.

Welcome to Not Me Monday brought to us by "A crazy lady I no longer wish to be associated with but hate to delete these posts because they tell stuff I did."

It is not me who is sitting in said library just minutes after leaving the dentist to have not one, not two, but THREE teeth filled today and feel like Joan Crawford after another dose of Botox gone wrong.

It is also not me who thinks I perhaps have a piece of SOMETHING from my mouth debris in my left eye, and it is not driving me crazy.

It was not me who FINALLY met an ADULT, not just a teenager or 20-something year old, who appreciated my "I Drive Like Edward Cullen" sticker as I entered the library and we most certainly did not talk about that little hunk of a fella. I am not practicing up on my "cougar" skills.

It was not me who stomped around in boots and the whole "get up" Saturday to put balloons up in frigid weather and snow for Dylan's second birthday party. He did not love his Nee Nee's efforts, and watch me from the window.

It was not me who almost fell in the driveway, thought I was safe and no one saw me, only to have my sister open the door and yell, "I SAAAAAAAAAW THAT!" at the top of her lungs.

It was not Dylan who immediately threw his BJ football at our Neighbor Amy (not to be confused with Momma Amy, even though Dylan now calls Neighbor Amy "Nother Momma" cause he is so stinking smart to know they have the same first name) as soon as he opened it and nearly dislocated her knee cap. We're talking about a nano second before that football was put to use.

It was not Aunt Willi and Tonette who finally have 'names' from Dylan. "Woo Woo" is not Aunt Willie, and "Nette" is not Tonette. We do not all officially have names. Even Carol Jo. She is "My Jo." (Cuzzin Robyn will have to have a name, too, ya know!)

It is not me who keeps forgetting to send Cuzzin Robyn the documents I found on our Great-grandmother from ancestry dot com and the census stuff concerning her birth and travel from Hungary. I do not plan on making that a FABULOUS True Story Tuesday very soon. It isn't funny, but novel-worthy. So amazing. Of course, while I am thinking about it and would actually remember to SEND the stuff, I am not at the library where I do not have access to said documents.

 

Happy Monday!

Guess Who's the Big 0-2!

Why, Dylan, of course!


He even has a shirt to prove it!


Practicing before the party with his ears he borrowed from Tonette (AKA: Nette)


Doesn't he look so stylish?


We decorated everything that stood still, of course!


Dylan and Momma!


Present opening chair! :)


Time for the Mickey Mouse cake!


Blowing out candles with Poppy.


Shew, being "2" is HARD WORK.


Don'tcha just love Dylan's SECOND balloon bouquet? (We do, and so does Dylan) Thanks Ben, Brenda (jane) and A for the "boons!" Dylan has bopped them like crazy! Sugar is scared of them (of course) but Dylan LOVES all his "peeps" in the bouquet: Thomas, Bob & Larry, Clifford, Mickey, he doesn't really know the Transformer, but he LOVES it anyway!!!! This shall once again provide a good two weeks worth of fun for him, and torture for Sugar!

Happy Birthday Dylan!