Rock.

“Ok Tater, this is how you do the rock.  You make your hand into a rock. 

Here, like this.

And then we hit hands. 

Mom, I’ve GOT to teach her so much stuff.”

 

 

She loves him more than anyone else in the house.  Probably because he teaches her things like the rock.

How Long is TOO Long?

Yesterday, I had my follow up appointment with the surgeon.

And I never saw him.

Why?

Because I sat there for an hour and fifteen minutes and I decided not to waste another minute of my time.

I packed up my things, informed the nurse that I was not wasting any more of my time and that I was leaving.  Another nurse came running out to my car and I told her the same thing.

Waiting for an hour and fifteen minutes to see a doctor for a SCHEDULED visit isn’t just excessive.  It is absolute bullshit.

The thing is, he is an amazing surgeon.  Amazing.  But, he or his office manager, have zero respect for his patients if they are running more than an hour and fifteen minutes behind.  For all I know it could have taken another half an hour to actually see him.  I wasn’t going to sit there and find out.

My only regret is that I didn’t leave sooner.  If I add in drive time, I wasted TWO hours of a gorgeous {and very rare in these parts} 70 degree November day.  THAT makes me even more irritated.

I don’t know if I will even bother making another appointment at all with his office.

Have you ever left a doctor’s office after being made to wait?  How long do you wait before it’s considered unreasonable?

and a Request.

She doesn’t ever let me forget that I am older.  By five days.

We tell everyone we’ve been friends since birth because we have.

Well… except eighth grade when I hated her because she was dating the boy that I liked.  A point we laugh hysterically about now.

Once, she kung fu style kicked in a bathroom door in a bar.  She did it to rescue {and I use that term loosely since she was doing it of her own accord} our friend Sarah from flashing her boobs for a set of beads so they could win a scavenger hunt.

She is fearless.

She is hypercompetitive.

She is beautiful.

And hilarious.

The one you want in your corner when times are tough. 

She is one of my most favorite people in the world to sit with over a bottle of wine.  We can, and often do, laugh for hours.

She has been there for every major milestone in my life, our wedding, when Finn & Tate were born, right there by my side as besties do… sometimes just by phone holding my hand through the tough bits and the happy bits and the times I need her. 

She is thirty-five and she had a stroke.

A stroke.

I feel like if I say it enough, maybe it will sink in.  Because strokes aren’t supposed to happen to thirty-five year olds.  They’re not supposed to happen to daughters, to best friends, to fiancées, to amazingly vibrant women.  They’re not supposed to happen to anyone, but especially not to Jackie.

She needs every prayer, every good thought, every healing hope that you can spare.  Please.

A Month of Blogging.

I just realized that I have about 6 months left on my 101 Things in 1,001 Days.  I’ve been quietly plugging away at my list and updating it.  {Thank YOU for helping me with #47, I was able to cross it off Sunday night!}  I’ve completed 46 of 101 things and have another 10 in progress.  That means a lot left to accomplish.  Some are lofty, but I’m sure going to try to accomplish everything.   

Which brings me to #2 on the list.  A month of blogging. 

That’s right.  A whole month of blogging.  Thirty straight days.

You all are going to be SO sick of me. 

I decided to participate in November because it’s the traditional National Blog Posting Month and because NaBloPoMo just moved to BlogHer.  I’m joining in and linking up, hoping to find some support in others undertaking the challenge. 

My posts might be incoherent mumbling by the end, when there’s NOTHING else to blog about in the whole world, but I’m going to do it.  I can’t promise great content, but I’m guessing that by now, you all know that you won’t get that promise any other time of the year either.  I love that you stick around despite my lack of writing ability.

Have you ever done NaBloPoMo?  Any tips? 

Any ideas of what you’d like to see on So Wonderful, So Marvelous this month?  I’ve already decided that a giveaway is in order, just for your patience for putting up with me for thirty straight days.