We were a day late going to the barber … yesterday afternoon I was temporarily paralyzed and lost feeling and the ability to move in both my arms and chest area. VERY SCARY! I’ve had this really weird tingling in my arms (and legs) for quite awhile. I spent last evening in emergency and today getting tests. I hope to have an MRI in the next couple of days. The consensus of the doctors that I have seen is that I have a space-occupying lesion near the C8 vertebrae (even after research … I can’t quite pinpoint what that is … I think it could be many things), but of course there are no answers until the MRI is done. sigh

Sam before cut.

It took quite awhile to get rid of all that hair. It was hard to watch …

Still cute :) and feisty!

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Georgia is attracted to ‘ALL’ bodies of water big or small.

It’s been a really busy day. I had a total of 4 hours of sleep last night. For some strange reason I found it necessary to stay awake to watch Far and Away (Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman). A film that I wasn’t crazy about the first two times I watched it, but for some reason the 3rd time around it was quite fascinating, except for Tom Cruise’s terrible Irish accent—> “You’re a corker, Shannon. What a corker you are” – GAG!

**I am writing frantically – I am not stopping – There is no period, because I am going to give you one long, long, exhausting sentence … here we go—>

I walked the kids to school and took the long route home, I took the long route because I so need to do something about my size (LARGE going on Xlarge), I picked up the sitter, did shipping labels, did laundry, fixed printer, fixed computer, fixed printer, had Mr. MK fix network problem, went to the warehouse, packed orders, counted stock, home to pick up the sitter and Georgia, picked up Sam and Liz from school, dropped the sitter off at her 2nd job, then drove home, made an early supper, checked email, answered customer service issues, fed the kids the early supper (are you tired yet?), did dishes, prepared the kids for an evening at a friends, rendezvous with friend who is watching the children while Mr. MK and I are out a Rotary function, swap cars with friend, in order for her to look after my children and get hers to soccer she needs a bigger vehicle (mine), Georgia falls in large puddle at the car swap and has to be taken home for clean coat, boot, jeans, shirt and to rinse her hair, finish car swap and finally get children to friend (clean and dry), shower, dress, makeup, hair, argue with Mr. MK about his messy ensemble, drive to function, spend 3 hours at rotary function, drive to friends to get children back, visit with friend, pick up tired children, drive home, walk in door, send children to bed, sit down at computer, frantically search through old photo’s looking for one that will work for a ‘30 Tiny Moments’, realize that there isn’t one, wish I had take even one picture today, wish I had taken one of Georgia lying in the lake mud puddle, tell myself to quit wishing for things that aren’t going to happen, consider taking pictures now (could push kids in puddle for reenactment), decide not to, realize that I will not post 30 x ‘30 Tiny Moments’ 30 days in a row, accept failure (I’m Not Going to Make It), decide to write about it, writing, right NOW.

I’m going to bed … 5:30 comes early.

Me: Do you promise to play with and love the cake I made you? Do you promise to quit muttering, “I wanted a phone” every time you look at it?

Georgia asked me to make her a play cake today. We looked on the internet and she pointed out the largest cake possible, I reluctantly agreed. After an early supper, I sat down and made her this cake.

Several hours later … I presented it to her with a big—> TaDA!

I expected cheering and clapping. Instead, I received this sort of reaction …

My grandma always used to tell me, not to ‘wish my life away’. I’d always get kind of cranky with her when she’d say it. SHEESH, Grandma, is it wrong to want it to be Friday already? If you’re up there Grandma, I get now – really I do.

It’s taken me 2 1/2 years to breakdown and give Georgia a hair cut. Well not really 2 1/2, she didn’t really have hair the first year. Today after her bath, as I yanked on her matted hair trying to comb out all the tangles (while she cried and begged for mercy) – I decided it was time. I had planned to take her to a salon to have it done properly, but being the impatient sort (and the lazy sort) ... I decided it needed done right NOW.

Mr. MK is home sick, so I hauled him out of bed to assist and photograph. I think he was worried. Relax dude, I used to earn drinking money in University cutting hair in the guys dorm.

It really was getting pretty long!

This is the reason, I shouldn’t take up new hobbies!

Just look at this mess!

Don’t look at the stitches too closely—I DON’T SEW! I have sewn a button here and there, but that is it.