Drivin' 55

A week or two ago, I picked Jack up from daycare, snuck up quietly around him and then popped up to surprise him. As a 2.5 year old would say, he jumped up, ran towards me with a smile on his face and his arms outstretched said... "Dats ma Mimi!" My heart melted!

Well, this is proof that I am still alive.  I've decided to let my hair grow, although it is looking a little flat in this photo.  Yes, I look slightly disheveled so my looks matches the way I feel. Just between you and me...I had to take off my glasses to take this photo...I can't read a thing without my glasses. Hubby finally home from the hospital.  Only 6 prescriptions to pick up on the way home...thank goodness for insurance as we only had to pay $65. Looking forward to a beautiful fall weekend.

I'm not that woman who can keep her mouth shut when I find service is less than acceptable... I'm not that woman who remains calm and sweet at all times... I'm not that woman who enters a room and is the life of the party... I'm not that woman who drips in self confidence... I'm not that woman who can forget the hundreds of hurts over the years... I'm not that woman who will extend yet another apology when it is considered a lost cause... I'm not that woman who appears to be stoic and strong... I'm not that woman who bends... I am what I am. Take me or leave me. Your choice.

It seems like only yesterday that I blogged last, but if you are checking the date of my last post, you will totally disagree with me.  That's quite OK. Hubby finally had his second surgery.  After a little surgery scare, things worked out for the best and he is mending very well but cannot return to work until next Monday.  (when can I watch the shows that I want to watch?)  The man is under strict orders not to do any heavy lifting and must take it easy, but alas, how does one hold a good man down?  If anyone has any ideas, please let me know.  And just for clarity, duct taping him to the bed was not successful at all. For the first time ever in the history of my life, I had a 3 day cold.  No, not 7 days or 10 days, but only 3.  What was my secret?  Well, thanks to Laura Peach, I remembered to rub Vicks on the bottom of my feet last night, slept for 11 hours straight and woke up a new woman this morning.  Thanks to Laura for the tip and thanks to having the ability to post on