Update To My Dilemma

I know y'all think I'm joking around about this Price Is Right thing but I've honestly been wanting to do this all my life. My Granny and I used to watch TPIR together back when I was a wee little thing and even now I enjoy watching and playing together with MY kids. I've desperately wanted to attend a TPIR taping but after becoming an adult, I've been a pregnant or nursing mom and it's just never been realistic. I've always worried that Bob would retire (or worse) before I could get out to CA to see him. AND NOW MY WORST FEAR IS COMING CLOSER TO REALITY!

So as soon as I posted the previous entry, I contacted TPIR ticket offices. GOOD NEWS! Pregnant woman ARE allowed on the show! Even VERY pregnant women.

SO here's what I'm trying to do.

I'm looking for 20 people who want to go to Burbank, CA in the next few months to be at a TPIR taping. If we have a group of 20 people, we can have a GUARANTEED entry to the program. Anyone with an individual ticket is not guaranteed and might not get in.

SO, CONTACT ME if you want to do this. The group tickets girl is out of the office this afternoon but is going to call me tomorrow. We will see which dates are available for a group of 20 and I'm gonna book this thing!

SERIOUS INQUIRIES ONLY! Email me (without spaces between my username) at
the glyco family at gmail dot com.

Donations for my flight & hotel are still being accepted :)

Uma Ruined My Day

Now I'm not BLAMING my sister for ruining my day because I'm actually very thankful for the email she sent me. It's just that the news brought tears to my eyes and has put me in a major funk.

What am I going to do!?

Won't you consider a donation to the "Get-Stacy-To-TPIR" fund?

Baby's coming in February. I'm thinking a mid-May trip is necessary.

Click here for the details of the terrible news.

He-Man's Dream

While looking at our beach pictures, He-Man said, "Remember I had a dream?"

"A dream at the beach?" I asked. "Tell me about it."

"I jumped off a bridge and fell on my back. And then I went down the waterfall and there were steps. Then I came to see you. That was nice." Then he smiled at me.

Sounds like it could have been a nightmare with all the falling off a bridge and stuff but it must not have been that traumatic. I wonder if this dream occurred the one night that he wandered into our bed while we were staying in the condo.

When he was making me laugh I said, "You are something else, boy!"

He- corrected me. "I'm not something else. Something else is a toy."

He walked a few steps away and returned with a dinosaur-on-a-stick toy and said, "This is something else."

Goodness. He is a doozy!

As he walked off I mumbled to myself, "Silly little boy."

I heard him holler back, "I'm not a silly little boy!"

An Experience

Tonight, after a yummy but rushed dinner at C's Deli, Ray and I were on our way to church. We left Henry and the rest of the kiddos behind because we were the only two that needed to be at church early.

During the rush hour traffic, there was a slam-on-brakes congestion at a green-lit portion of the street. I had to push brakes pretty hard myself and even grabbed my purse to keep it from flying into the floor. Thankfully, I had plenty of room to stop and did not hit the stopped truck in front of me.

Unfortunately, I had time to look in the rear view mirror and brace myself as I saw a young girl smack my Honda's backside.

Oy.

She came flying up to my window, thankfully with a smile on her face. She was quickly telling me there was no damage and wanted to see if I'd be OK with just driving off. I was already on the phone, however, making a call to the police...just like a good policeman's daughter should :)

She then tells me that it's been a bad day at work and that she doesn't have a license or insurance and that she's driving her Dad's car. She then calls her Daddy on her cell phone and I hear her saying, "Yeah, she's gonna call even though there's nothing wrong with her car."

Sigh.

So after calling the police, Henry, and then my Daddy, I finally get out of the vehicle to see the damage myself. THANKFULLY, there wasn't much. A couple of knicks from her license plate (A Bama tag of all things....dangit) and a dent/bumper-fold that was already there made bigger/deeper. Honestly, it was an extremely teeny amount of damage.

I struggled in my head... Have I made a mistake? Should I have just driven off? Am I stupid to make a police officer use his time for this minor accident?

And just as my mind started hoping that our friend Ronnie would be the policeman called to the scene, I look in my driver's side mirror to see a black Explorer U-turning. It was my friend and his family on their way to church! YES! He pulled over and you could see the young girl thinking, "Crap...she's friends with a policeman!" Even though he was in plain clothes, he had his phone and was making calls to the officer who was on his way.

So I get the rundown of info about how I can sign a waiver to keep the accident from being reported (to prevent a mark on the insurance) and I decided that was probably the smartest thing to do. And I thought that MAYBE it would be the nice thing to do for this little girl, too. BUT then I re-heard what she told me before. She didn't have a license or insurance!

Turns out the girl was driving with a suspended Florida license. Grr. She should NOT be on the streets! And what in the world has she done to cause herself to lose a license at such a young age!?

Anyway, I signed the waiver and was free to go. I'm not sure what will happen with her.

Everyone at church was sweet to check on us. The word got around pretty quick because I had to cancel a class I was supposed to teach. There was the ultra-concerned who worried for me and the baby and there were the smile-and-pat-me-on-the-back folks who just felt bad for me having to deal with the nuisance.

I really am so very grateful that everything turned out fine. Things CAN turn bad in the blink of an eye but I know that God protected us. It's only by His grace and mercy that we are so blessed.

We prayed for the girl that hit us tonight. We prayed for her to receive great blessings.

(for those who wonder/worry - I have felt the baby move numerous times since the accident and I'm confident he/she is OK. I have only experienced minor tightness in my neck/back/torso and I believe it is mostly from the tension and stress of the afternoon. I plan on visiting the chiropractor tomorrow to get me and Shayne back in alignment!)

Too Tired For Text

So you're just getting pics tonight and probably more tomorrow...or whenever I get around to it.

We're At The Beach!

YES! We're on a teeny vacation! It's so nice being away for a little bit. Not only is it nice to just have new & beautiful scenery, we also love this trip because it's one we take with family. We always have a good time together.

Here's a pic from our lunch at the "Smiling Fish Cafe." Yummy grouper and shrimp (which is something I rarely eat and haven't eaten at all since Katrina -- been too scared of the toxins the shrimp have absorbed.)

Anyway, I will post more pictures later (especially the cute ones ON the beach) but I thought I'd go ahead and get this one posted tonight.

Now it's time to hit the sack. Henry and I are the last ones still up and we're so tired! It's weird how 10:33 would cause us to have 'the night is still young' attitude at home but here, after a day of sun, shopping, and STRESSFULL FOOTBALL (yay and grrr...) we are totally pooped!

Burglars beware: We have a house/pet-sitter and a big, growling, muscular, don't-like-strangers dog so just STAY BACK! Seriously! AND we're gonna be home VERY soon! (Too soon actually...but we gotta get back to the real world.)

The Drugs I Need

It's probable I've posted a link to this before but it made me chuckle again today so I thought I'd embed it for ya :)

Yup, There's Definitely A Baby In There!

Ain't no doubt that our baby is getting bigger and stronger every day. My belly is really poking out and the kicks are able to be felt and sometimes SEEN by the curious bystander.

Henry and all of the children have now felt movements (and it's SO cool to see the kids' faces when they do) when placing their hands on my belly. Well, He-Man has felt kicks and punches but hasn't realized it yet. Rocky's not super-observant about it either. Even though he has recognized some sizeable jabs when he places his hand on my bump, he has also missed several because of an average-6-year-old-boy attention span.

Even in the midst of chaos in the world, blessings continue.

It's All Unpredictable

While our family laughed at the antics of our children doing commercial spoofs, friends of ours were finding out about their son dying in Iraq.

While we laughed over ways we wanted to gloat over a football Saturday, our friends were choking back tears while answering questions from TV and newspaper reporters.

Now we have heard of their hurt and things are different.

Love and Evil battle on this earth but we who have HOPE know that Love wins in the end.

Just One More

He-Man Hits The Keywords

It was like, "Waaaaah"

They Oughta Be In Pictures

My kids are hilarious. I don't know why they're not famous already! :)

Tonight was another night I was entertained by the re-enactment of various TV commercials while riding home from church. The one that had me and He-Man absolutely doubling over in laughter was this Citibank commercial done by Ray and Indie (Rocky laughed some, too but I think he's probably seen this act a few times more than me and it's not quite as funny anymore.)

Oh how I hope I can get my girls to let me film them doing this so I can share it with you!

The Second 9 Months Of Pregnancy

I have begun early thoughts and prep for the first 9 months of our new babe's life (also known by AP parents as the 2nd 9 months of pregnancy). It will be nice to be a nursing mom again!

I have a friend who has offered to barter custom-made nursing clothes for Manna products! A deal I can't refuse! This same friend also sent me this cute little song.

For your enjoyment:
"SEE OUR BREASTS" (sing to the tune of "Be Our Guest," from Beauty and the Beast)

See our breasts,see our breasts-
Everywhere, half-naked chests.
While we nurse,
The prudish curse
And wish we'd button up our vests.

Sorry,folks,look away
If we're too de'collete',
But this is what boobs are made for,
Not those Wonderbras you've paid for.

We refuse to go feed
Hunched in bathroom stalls-indeed,
We're appalled that you would make such rude requests.
Would you agree to eat
Upon a toilet seat?

See our breasts, see our breasts,free our breasts!

The Trauma We Caused

We went to Mom and Dad's house yesterday to eat their yummy grilled lunch and watch the Bama game (no comments on that part, ok?) He-Man is in a stage of wanting to take some sort of toy to every place he goes. We're fine with that if we're going to see family but it's the FORGETTING to bring the toy home that is the biggest problem with the phase.

So when He-Man took Ninja Turtle Don (the dumbed-down version of the new turtles -- no more trying to teach kids the tiniest fragment of art history by keeping his original name, "Donatello") over to my folks' house, I knew it was probable we would forget him...but we'd get him back later like we always do.

I guess the frequency of leaving toys at their house got Mom and Dad into a silly mood and they decided to email the following picture to us:



Then Mom and Dad called us to tell us to check our email.

So we all gather around the computer and chuckled. All of us EXCEPT He-Man.

We all have a good time laughing at the photo and decide that it probably wouldn't be a good idea for He-Man to see it. But when he came running around the corner to see what was up, our curiosity about his reaction caused us to show him the focus of our enjoyment.

The poor boy had the most panicked look on his face. Goodness. We are so mean!

We started doing some serious damage control and because he heard his G-Jo and P-Paw on the phone assuring him Don was safe now, we were able to keep him relatively calm about it.

But Rocky thought it would be funny to continue messing with his baby brother's little mind.

Grr. Big brothers can be so mean sometimes.

Henry finally convinced He-Man that Don was fine because he's a Ninja Turtle and was able to beat up the bad guys (thankfully he doesn't know that is G-Jo's hand in the picture!!!) and is now safe and sound. But we think there is still a little bit of internalized trauma he is working through. He wandered into our room and bed last night saying that he had a bad dream. Today after nap, he started to immediately ask if we could go to G-Jo's house to get Don. We think he is still worried about him.

So G-Jo is bringing Don to Henry at work tomorrow. Hopefully having the Turtle back home will relieve a little bit of the anxiety we have caused this poor child.