Update

Mom is out of surgery. The doctor said all went well. He wants to wake her up quickly and make sure her pain down her leg is gone. If not, he told my dad that if she has any pain at all he would be doing another surgery this afternoon to remove the disc above where they did the fusion.

Please let this do the trick. I want my old momma back. Grady wants Granny to feel better too.

My Momma and Daddy

My mom is on her way to Indy for her 4th back surgery.

Tomorrow she will be having a spinal fusion done. They are going in beside her belly button since there is too much scar tissue on her back from previous surgeries. I know she is extremely nervous about this procedure and hopes it can take away all her pain. I do too. She has been miserable for awhile now and I would wish her kind of pain on no one.

Today is my dad turns 50!! Holy Cow!! Dad, you old fart! Sorry you have to spend your birthday on the road. Maybe you can at least catch a good meal on the way. Enjoy the hotel stay too. Keep my momma safe and give her a great big hug and kiss from us!

Love you guys! Good Luck Mom!

Agree to Disagree

I have decided to agree to disagree. There, I am being the better person and saying so.

No more stress. That is my new year's resolution. Quit following me, Stress!!

Now, how do I cope with it when it comes around? Any suggestions.

Yoga? Tried it. I don't think my body is meant to do some of those things. Smoking? NO WAY! Tried that for awhile too. Not again. Drinking? Okay, sometimes. But not for me either. I get too loopy too quickly. Deep breaths? Um, I think I might hyperventilate. Or have flashbacks of being in labor. What's left?

Tattle tale

Apparently I have a blog reader (an unidentified one) who is a bit of a tattle tale.

I just got a phone call from Tristan's mom about the biting incident. She said someone read my post and told her about it.

She says she didn't tell him to bite Grady. Whatever.


SO....to the unidentified reader.... if you want to man up and reveal yourself, that would be nice. Much nicer than being childish and tattle telling.

Poor Payton!

The Colts lost! The Colts lost!



Poor Payton.....Boo Hoo! I hope you cry.



I love it, I love it, I love it!

Okay, Now I am REALLY pissed!

If you thought I was pissed reading about what she did to my momma, read on.....it gets better!!

Tonight, my mom and I got haircuts. Grady stayed at her house. We get home from town and Grady said, "Momma, T-Bone bit me!!! Really hard!!"

I know Tristan has bit him before, hard. That, I thought, was a one time deal and he wouldn't do it again.

No, I was wrong.

My dad said, "There's more. Just ask Tristan."

So I did. He proceeded to tell me the rest of the story after being asked why he bit Grady. He said, "Mommy said 'Bite Grady.'"

Well, isn't that special. The bond between a mother and child.

I sit here typing this and my hands are shaking. My heart is pounding. My breathing is terribly fast. And I learned of his over 2 hours ago!!!

What on Earth gives her the right to tell a 2 year old to do such a thing?? Why? Does this give her some sick satisfaction? Is this a game? I mean, isn't that like some sort of child abuse? If not, it damn well should be.

I tell you what, honey, I assure you it is not a game. You done chose the wrong team to play.

This is really getting old. I wonder what's next.

How The Bergbowers Rang in the New Year

We knew we wouldn't make it to midnight!!

This is the scene at our house at 10 pm.

Grady beating on pans in the living room for half an hour.

By the looks of the pans, I am kinda wishing I hadn't gotten out of the Pampered Chef Business!

Yippee! Happy New Year!

And then we went to sleep.