humble with an 'H'

i'm sitting in room 238 with my dad watching the ut men's basketball game.

i'm laying in his bed even though he is the patient. 

we are praying that it is gallbladder and nothing more.

they have kept him for 3 nights now, had a high white count, lots of tests.

hopefully he goes home tomorrow and comes back in a few weeks to have his gallbladder removed.

they want to wait right now b/c of his cracked sternum, it puts him @ increased risk for different things.

it sucks watching your parents get old.

not that this was due to his age.

i just think about that when something slows them down and it takes a while to bounce back.

like my mom not being able to do as much housework

or walk the isles of wal-mart for 2+ hours

or my dad not being able to do yard work for 8 hours a day.

it makes me sad.

i love them a lot.

they are good people.

let me share some thoughts/stories if i may....

i don't like the word manilla, as in manilla envelopes.

lets just call them vanilla, that's what we all want to do anyway.

and pamphlet?

who pronounces the 'ph'

not this kid

and i probably wasn't even sure of the spelling until just last year.

that might be where my trouble with this word comes from.

and for the record, let's put the 'h' back in humble.

why must i 'umble' myself before the Lord.

i will humble myself

my old preacher did that a lot.

needless to say i found a new church

j/k

well...

but i'm not entirely convinced that 'umble' is in the english dictionary, so i will be on the front lines of bringing that 'h' back

i heard a radio commercial about ripley's aquarium in the smokey's

they said it was 1 of the top 5 attractions in the world.

THE WORLD???

seriously?

is that like the 'world famous' airport motor mile.

i got my sister to ask around in japan if they knew of either one.

you guessed....

blank stares. 

my requirements for a husband are very few:

1. arms

2. legs

i would  like to add another, if i may be vain for a moment...

3. i want him to be able to sing

i love that

i always have, just tryin not to be so picky these days

time's a wastin

i love watching the bachelor.

and i love to pretend what it would be like to be on it.

i mean i'm self conscience in a sweatshirt and jeans so the chances of me gettin in there are slim to none. i wouldn't pass the hot tub/swimming pool criteria.

i would be swimming and doing cannonballs by myself

and in a turtleneck and sweatpants.

oh well.

maybe next season.

i circled the parking lot 3 times the other day looking for a good spot.

bad news: i was on my way into the gym.

sheesh i need to get it together.

i called 911 from the hospital on monday.

isn't that kinda funny.

i mean we pretty much are 911.

i felt a little silly when they asked where i was calling from

i think it was warranted though.

sometimes i hear things and i smile from their beauty.

i know a lady that is eaten up by cancer.

and by eaten up, i mean eaten up.

found out she has a couple of weeks to live.

hard stuff.

my job sucks some days.

she felt that God was punishing her for something.

a social worker calmly told her that the God she was in  a relationship with doesn't work that way.

i was eavesdropping.

i thanked the social worker.  

scary thing: i probably would have felt that same way a few years ago.

i know i know

i can always bring it back to me.

i desperately want it to be springtime.

and Easter.

oh how i want it to be Easter

my most favorite time of the year...

and those robin eggs are the bomb!