I just wanna tell you real quick that my mommy is a superhero. She's sick, Daddy's sick, I'm sick, the dishwasher is broken, our air conditioner is sketchy, there's ucky food spilled all over the kitchen from a spill, the house is a mess, and still... She powers through and takes care of her family and provides for our needs. Thank you Kris. (I'll come downstairs and help you as soon as I can move again...) I was so touched. I would've been more touched if SHE'D ACTUALLY COME DOWNSTAIRS AND HELPED! Sigh. And cough. .
And once you're sick, you decide that your pantry needs cleaning out. So amid coughs and sneezes and hacking up of furballs, you meander into your pantry and begin to pull out everything that has an expired date on it. Soon this:
became this ....
which became this ...
And once I had this all over my counter ....
... something unspeakable happened. Something sad happened. Something I wish hadn't happened, happened. Not only was the crash heard all the way upstairs, but so was the second crash and the third crash. I think only I heard the fourth crash. Everyone else had run for cover.
You see, while I was cleaning out the pantry, I was also cooking spaghetti. And while I was cooking spaghetti, I was also opening up a Dr. Pepper. And while I was simultaneously trying to do all of those things at once ... well, let's just say that before I knew it, there was Dr. Pepper, spaghetti and a ton of expired food products all over the place. I even managed to break my daughter's favorite Starbuck's mug.
So, what's the moral of the story? Don't clean. Don't cook. Don't even move. Lest you want to have feet that look like this; feet that have been swimming in Dr. Pepper ...
Elizabeth entered a contest and won. No wait, that was me. Same radio station, though. Does that matter?
Anyway, Elizabeth did enter a Celiac study that I heard announced on my now favorite radio station KLUV. The study was to be quite intensive, quite extensive and would last about a year. If selected for this study, she would undergo a lot of testing, a lot of interviews and either a trial drug or a placebo. And she would have found herself some answers to her sensitive condition and limited eating selections along with a new doctor. And since she currently has NO doctor, that could only be a good thing. There was also a monetary reward at the end. Not that that mattered, that was just a bonus.
So, Elizabeth went through the beginning stages of the trial, hoping to get selected. She would have to have a severe enough condition to pass the rigid requirements and it would take approximately four weeks before we would know if she would be selected. She reported in to the testers every night ... for about four nights. That's how long it took for her to qualify. Yep, my dear darling daughter has a severe case of Celiac Sprue, also known as Celiac Disease. There wasn't much question as to whether Elizabeth should be a part of this study or not.
Fast forward to today. I took the day off work to accompany her to one of her first adventures ... an exploratory look-around thingy. Not a colonoscopy, she had that when she was first diagnosed. Although there will be another colonoscopy ahead, this event was to take pictures of her insides above her stomach and , I believe into it.
The results? I am now the proud owner of some awfully pretty pictures of her guts. And these two photos.
Didn't know her allergy needed to be in such big letters!
Elizabeth's blood pressure is just fine.
Know what she said as she was coming out of the anesthesia and saw this monitor? She said, "That's my favorite movie." Yep.
Oh, wait. There are two more photos from the event.
Abra Cadabra. Nuthin' up my sleeve ... See these handy dandy little white napkiny, wipey sort of things? They were sitting beside her bed and were just perfect for cleaning off my hands before handing her some tea.
Okay, so we're not going to Arkansas on our anniversary. We should, though. How often do you get to visit the state with the same number as your anniversary years? If we had, that would've been 25 special trips we'd have taken ... and no state is as special as Arkansas, I'm sure. Um, I'll hang on till 50, thank you.
You know, now that I think about it, I'm about to be the same number in years as the year I was born. Yeah, I'll let you stew on that for awhile.
In the meantime, Rick and I decided to buy ourselves new rings. Well, I decided he could give me a new ring and he thought that was a splendid idea ... for himself as well. Okay, THAT wasn't in my plan.
So, we've been shopping. And Rick managed to find a ring he liked at the second store he visited. I still haven't found mine and I think I've exhausted every jewelry store in the Dallas Metroplex. One store was even out of business ... I guess they heard I was coming and they got scared.
Wanna see some of the rings I've been studying?
I want something that crosses over. This looked too manly, though.
I liked this little diddy. I didn't like the price, though.
A bit smaller, a bit more practical. Heck, WAAAYY too small. No thanks.
This next ring is not on my list however it appeared in the ad when I was shopping. And it's such a great deal, I may just have to check it out! Look at that sale price!
Um, the ring on the right? I've never seen a better deal.
So we weren't going out of town on any of our wedding anniversaries. I got that. At first it was Rick's guard duty weekends and then it became the start of school. Rick left the military in 1994 and Elizabeth started school right after that. My September 9ths have been booked solid ever since.
Just thinking ... Rick missed our very first anniversary. He had been called away for some silly adventure with the Air Force and I celebrated with my maid of honor and her husband. Yeah, it was fun. Actually it was. It turns out that I was pregnant (unbeknownst to anyone yet) and we were about to be in for the ride of our lives. Oh, just for the record ... that silly Air Force adventure was actually Desert Storm and Desert Shield, the Iraq vs. Kuwait war that almost had Rick away for a full year. Fortunately his mission was aborted and he came home to the news that we were expecting a child. We like to do things fancy, you know?
So how did we spend all of those anniversaries? Well, not in Arkansas.
For our first few anniversaries, Rick had found an adorable little Italian restaurant in Glendale, Ca. that we came to love. Noodles. Sadly it went out of business right before our fourth anniversary but we managed to have a couple of good dinners there.
You think that was a sign? The restaurant going out of business? Or Rick missing our first anniversary? Ha! We don't pay no heed to no signs. If we had, we certainly wouldn't be about to celebrate our 25th.
TWENTY-FIVE YEARS. It just hit me how long that is.
Of course, Rick thinks it's 26. I guess it just seems like 26 to him.
The date of our wedding anniversary has always been a thorn in my side.
September 9th, 1989
First of all, I don't like odd numbers. And there's nothing even about September 9th, 1989. Nuthin'.
I did not want to get married in September. I wanted April. But April wouldn't work because we would've only been engaged for six months and Rick had some crazy rule about being engaged for a full year. I had no such rule ... but since he did, if I insisted on April, it would've had to be in April of 1990. And that would've thrown the entire universe into a tailspin.
Yeah, an April wedding would've caused us to miss Hurricane Hugo completely. And we all know that that wouldn't work. Cuz we wouldn't be celebrating our 25th right now. And we certainly wouldn't have gotten a "redo" on the radio.
Okay, so if I couldn't have an April wedding, I wanted a June wedding. Nope. No June wedding for Rick. Too cliche. Too many other people getting married then. Okay ... so how about August? Nope, too hot. Actually, I wasn't all that crazy about August anyway, since my parents got married in August. Didn't want to compete with them. (Instead we married a whole 8 or 9 days after their anniversary ...)
So, the soonest Rick would marry me in 1989 was in September. September is was. But the date of the 9th was wrong. Well, I didn't know it at the time, but it became wrong real fast.
Rick was in the Air Force back then and he always had his "guard duty" on the first weekend of each month. However, since there was a holiday over the first weekend of September, his guard duty fell on September 9th of that year. But to show me that he would even give up his beloved guard duty for me ... we married on one of his guard duty weekends. I was so proud of him.
Proud ... until I realized that NONE OF HIS AIR FORCE FRIENDS COULD ATTEND OUR WEDDING! We hadn't thought about that. But that was easily accepted. What really became the biggest thorn in my side was that EVERY subsequent guard duty in September WOULD FALL ON OUR ANNIVERSARY!! Grrr.
But you know what we really couldn't beat? Once we had a child ... school started (at least in California) DURING THE 2ND WEEK OF SEPTEMBER! EVERY YEAR! Hence, we never got to enjoy a little vacation getaway for our anniversary.
Hence the reason we wanted to make sure we got away on our 25th.
For the last couple of weeks ( maybe even the last couple of years) I've been planning what Rick and I would do for our 25th wedding anniversary.
We had always planned to travel somewhere ... but where? We both love Hawaii, but that's where we'll go for our 50th. That just seems more fitting. We thought about visiting to the 25th state that was admitted into the union ... but who knows what state that is?? Certainly not me.
I just looked it up. Um, Arkansas? Well, it's close to Texas. I'll give that some thought. Okay, gave it some thought.
Anyway, our 25th is approaching more rapidly than I'd like. Before I tell you where we have decided to go ... I'll fill you in on where we're not going.
Throw Back Thursday, if that's truly a real thing.
Thought I'd share with you what's been on my mind all day.
August 14th will always be a special day to me. It was my mother's birthday. And although she was born on August 14th and we always celebrated her birthday on that day ... at age 70, she learned that her birth certificate read August 12th as her birthdate. That bothered her no end.
We still only celebrated on the 14th.
And today was no exception. Although I didn't throw her a party, she did remain on my mind all day. She was a very special lady. Not a mean bone in her body. Not a hair out of place. And I never noticed before, but she had a winning smile.
And she loved that little peanut she was holding. Loved her more than life itself.
I just checked on my savings account ... and I'm so thrilled with how the economy has turned around and purt' near made me a millionaire. The interest on my money is beyond my wildest imagination. Beyond it.
Um, just in case you were wondering ... it's the top figure.
Yeah, the bottom figure was just too good to be true.