It's a Good Friday

What a great day.
I was productive at work.
I ate good things.
I got a letter and hand-drawn picture from Jack that greeted me when I got home and made me cry.

Jack got a certificate from school that he's reading at level. That's huge.
I got hugs and kisses from Danny who has also been writing like a champion today (thank you Linda!)
Craig is in "Mother's Day" mode and is looking for ways to relieve me from crappy chores.
I had a great hour doing some fun, rude and sometimes downright wrong texting with my Brit friend Maureen and my neighbor friend Erika.
I got to snuggle with Craig and watch Sons of Anarchy (our new favourite).
I got to play with the boys and the dogs on my bed for a while. It was fun but got rambunctious quickly and this old lady called it quits!
I have wine.
I have good company with my husband.
Coco hasn't peed on me today.
It's all good!

Rope Swing

Jack made a rope swing on our big old pine tree. I love this picture my neighbor took...

Knitting Needles Downstairs

Today was  long and emotional. I was running from 7am to 9pm. Here's what happened:

I did the school stuff as usual: Daniel taken to pre-school and Jack to regular school and then I took 80 planted marigolds with "Thanks for helping me grow" stickers on them for the teachers at Jack's school (it's teacher appreciation week and that was my PTA task). Friends (fellow parents) helped, which was ace.

My Brit friend has a son with possible testicular cancer (we'll found out Wednesday) and she has now possibly wrecked the ligament in her knee. So I helped her and we cried a lot.

I had a cervical biopsy (don't panic - just precautionary right now) and it hurt like hell.  My doc said "It might hurt a bit and be crampy but it will be brief"

I will translate that into what it actually felt like ...

"It will hurt a lot and feel like your uterus is being stuck with hot needles and it will be ten long minutes"

Seriously, I have never felt pain like it. I consider myself a "trooper" and have always been that way. But today I nearly passed out with the pain and I shouted out several times.  I was so English it was ridiculous! Instead of shouting "Holy shit Doc this F'ing hurts!" like a confident American might, I shouted "Oh good grief this hurts Dr. A!" and "Is it over yet?" which I asked at least 3 times.

Anyway I shouted very loud at the doctors office and I am very thankful there were no people sat in the waiting room. My family and friends in England will think I'm a wimp (sorry, but it bloody hurt) but it's done and I'll get the results soon.

Craig's Harley

Look who got a new bike...

Easy Rider