I'm a horrible person - and here's proof..

I had a horrible flashback today and it was triggered by seeing my neighbor walk his dog. This true story might explain why I'm only bordering on the edge of perfection.

It was a beautiful but hot Texas Sunday afternoon, and I was just about to pull onto my street when I saw my neighbor's house. Something seemed odd,but I couldn't figure out why.
Then it hit me........

Oh my gosh.....I was supposed to take of their dogs this weekend!!!

I quickly wondered if I had told Ron and he had been doing it while I was at work. I parked the car ran into the house and asked Ron if he had remembered to feed the neighbor's dogs....he said...

"What neighbor"

OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!

They were supposed to be home that evening and my only thought was to run over there...do CPR on the heat stroked dogs, dump all the food out, and let the dogs eat it all. I started walking over and made a turn for the gate when I saw the garage door open . My heart sank and, I thought about knocking on the front door and pleading for their forgiveness, but instead I ran home as fast as I could!

I was pacing around the house for about 5 minutes when I heard a knock at the door. I had a really good idea who it was. I started to rehearse my apologies in my head and opened the door.

Mary had her hand out and instead of it being a vet bill or her dog's ashes, she handed me a gift bag.

"Thank you so much for watching the dogs for us!!"

I didn't know what to say and wondered if she was tricking me and waiting for me to confess. I paused for a few seconds and said..

"You're Welcome"

I closed the door and hung my head in shame. Having a gift to open did help to take my mind off the guilt a little. Three years later I still wonder if they know and are waiting for me to repent and return the candle.

This may change your mind in asking me for favors. Especially babysitting.

The odd couple..

Ronald and I agreed that when I had jesse, I would stay home with her and start working from home as she got a little older. I'm used to working around people, odd hours, and also being alone a lot because Ron travels during the week. That obviously changed 5 months ago....and has gone from just taking care of a sack of potatoes (sorry jesse) to taking care of a personality.

We're slowly becoming best friends, but with different roles. If she was an adult this would really be a bad deal for me. She is like that clueless best friend that always needs help with something. She is the messiest roommate I've ever had. She throws up on me at the end of the night and then smiles at me. She never offers to drive and never offers to pay for anything. But she is jesse....and she puts a smile on my face everyday.....

The Big H part 2

We woke up at 5am to go to the hospital. Almost exactly 5 months earlier we had woken up at the same time to go get Jesse. This time it was our baby that would be sedated and my nerves were a little on edge. She couldn't eat or drink anything past midnight and I was prepared to have a screaming baby ALL the way there. We waited till the last possible second to put her in her car seat and hoped that she would sleep till we got there. Half way there I heard her talking to herself and and she sounded happy. She stayed happy even while we were filling out paperwork. It seemed to make it even harder, seeing her smile and wondering if we were making the right decisions.

We were with the receptionist/office asst. going over documents and signing forms to allow them to preform the MRI when she started going over the insurance information. She handed us a form that showed us what we needed to pay that day, what insurance covered, total procedure cost, and a bunch of other numbers. We didn't see our portion to pay and asked where that number was. She took it back and circled the number that read.... $1000.

Ronald quickly said $1000 for the procedure?

"No....that's what you owe today"

Ronald being a numbers guy asked to see the numbers again.

We saw that the total procedure is $5000.

She asked how we would be paying and I almost said...

"Do you take $1000 bills?"

Ron handed her the credit card...looked at me...and I think meant to just mouth it....but said fairly loudly....

"#$%&"

I hit his leg and smiled at the nurse that had just walked up behind us to take us all back.

On a side note.....Ron would have paid $10,000 for our health for the test. It just was a little surprising they wanted $1000 that day!!

We all walk to the back and they put us in a little curtain room. They come in and ask a ton more questions that we have already answered. I start to feel myself wanting to tear up.

We get her into her hospital gown and she is just as happy as can be. We weren't allowed to go back with her so we said our goodbyes. I didn't tear up too bad and Ronald was strong for me I think. She looked so tiny as they rolled her off in the big bed.

My sister and dad came up and they were a great distraction. They said it would take about 2 hours, but that came and went. Time started really going slowly....

2 and half hours later they came out and said everything was fine and she was sleeping. They came back 10 minutes later to tell us she was awake and we could come see her.

She was crying very weird and they said it was from the tube down her throat. She wouldn't able to make out objects and they said she would be feeling weird and that she would be upset for a while. We held her and held her...and finally when I sang our songs that she knows...she calmed down.

We were discharged and Ron had a very important 3 day meeting that he had left temporarily for the MRI that he had to drive back to. I kept reassuring him that we would be fine and then he started to tear up. I think all the anxiousness had caught up to him.

My dad takes us home and she is very sleepy all day. I was so happy she was alright and she wasn't acting different than normal.

The dr is on vacation and he is the only one allowed to translate the findings. His nurse was not supposed to tell us anything, but knowing our anxiousness she told Ron that she believed there was no attachment. That was a big relief even though it was not official.

We will continue to monitor it and look for it to start going away at 9 months. If it does not,then we will need to possibly have it removed at some point.

Sometimes I look at it and it reminds me of just how blessed we are that it does not cause her pain of interfere with her health.