Fever or fiction?

OK, so the title only has a half to do with the blog today, but I thought it was cute. I was, in fact, suffering from a fever last week. I know why, because I like to self diagnose. My temp was still under 100, so I rode out the storm. There are two bodily things that God blessed me with on this earth: a strong bladder, and an excellent immune system. OK, so there you have it.

More medical news: I am apparently a bad mother, and my childrens' teeth are rotting. We brush, yet we don't drink tap water. I have never had a cavity in my life, and I think hubby had his 1st one a few years ago. I do have mixed feelings about ingesting fluoride, since there are reports from various towns newspapers, and well, it's not all that documented on what it does to a body, just on teeth. I can't justify downing fluoride just to save my kids' teeth. I'd rather them die with rotten teeth than have them die early of cancer etc. etc.

OK, so issue number 2: do I go the route of filling cavities with the ever evil mercury? Well, according to the kids' dentist, there was no other viable option. I do sound a bit anti-establishment, but mercury, brain damage...why would I want to put that in my child's teeth? I was given the "Oh, we've been using it for years..." So that makes it OK? If I remember correctly from my education, in the history of the U.S. the medical field thought that washing one's hands was unnecessary. Yet, people kept dying of infection. If that were to have never been changed, we may not even be here today. Seriously folks, even if proof is readily available to the medical community about a certain drug/food etc. that is dangerous, it's the attitudes and the way "people have always done it" that is hard to change.

So, to make a long story even longer, we found an excellent dentist in...Omaha, NE. Yes, we have traveled 8 hours thus far to get my little guy taken care of. No, the dentist is not on our plan, but I don't care. He's the only one that uses non-mercury fillings. Not only does he not use them, he doesn't use gas. I found this out AFTER the procedure. And you know what? My son wanted to come back because he told the dentist that he loved him. (Tears welling up) My son is very loving, yes, but man, what did this dentist do? He's amazing. Toys helped. Him being a Christian helped. Everyone was so great there, I just wanted a big group hug.

Anyway, I wanted to post a home school item, but I don't have it readily available. So, I'll end with this. Oldest son comes up behind me and says: (hand gestures like he really put some thought into this) "So if you have the word crap and "e" then does that make crappee?"
Man, the things kids say. After stifling a laugh, I had to correct that crappy is a word, but it does not end with an "e", it just sounds like it. I'm afraid at what word is next!

A day full of fencing

Today started the project of Jericho, ok so maybe it's not the wall, but a nice wooden privacy fence. This is the year we are improving our house. It's just time. We feel like we are going to be here for a while, even though we have been wavering on whether to move or stay. This is what I think: Why, if we are finally NOT house-poor, would we want to move up, just so we could be poor again? I say psha to "keeping up with the jones'." What about getting out of debt and saving for retirement, and vacation, and giving to charities, living outside oneself. Oh the veritable list goes on. Back to the fence: pray for no rain, and lots of friends to help. Hubby took the day off so he could work for 2 straight days on this project, (plus his van was so full, there was no way he could use his van for work tomorrow).
I'm pretty pumped about the home school craft day tomorrow. It's always nice to do something crafty since I'm not so good at it :) I love my home school mama friends, and I learn so much from them. We also just visited the "new" central library today. I know, I live in Des Moines and I had not yet been to this beautiful library. We will be going there more often. The kids love it, and I just love the sights/sounds/smells of downtown. I am truly a city girl, but like the privacy of the country, hence, the privacy fence.
Well, we will all be eating breakfast as a family in the morning, and I'm looking forward to that. Oh, how my pleasures have become so simple. Maybe I can go to my favorite tea store tomorrow. I'll let ya know how it turns out!

I don't want to perish...

So even though I have an irregular posting (it's been a month), I'm really going to try. I've not changed since I was a child...3-4 diaries, started, never filled. I think I'm growing up now? Anyway, I've realized that my kids may want some record of the cute things they've done/said. Blogging is a great way to capture those things. These are some things that are of late, from the mouths of my babes:

Here's some background: We had an outstanding Easter play at our church, and a Good Friday service. Ethan's age group were in the sanctuary, not in their regular classes. This particular pastor quoted John 3:16 from the King James version. If you're not familiar, it uses the word "perish". After explaining this word to Ethan, he seemed fine, and nothing more was said.
Enter Ethan, a few days later...I had asked him to do something, and this was his response:
"I don't want to perish, so I'll be a good boy and do what you say."
We'll see how long this lasts, eh? If only DHS could hear our oldest say, don't kill me, I'll do it!

Next child, Luke, and his funny antics: We were reading one of his board books (Dora, to be specific). We were identifying some shells Dora had found at the beach. We had to name the color, etc. One of the shells was a brown color (you know where I'm going with this), so he named it the poop shell. To make it better, in his 3 yr old language, he added an "o" to the shell, making it poop shello. So, when anything remotely looks like this said shell, or when something minor goes wrong in his little life, it is affectionately called, "poop shello". We then break down in laughter, and realize the funniness in whatever situation.

So that's why I love my kids. I can be high strung at times, but God gave me them to make me find the humor in anything we may endure.

I love my friends!

Where would we be without friends? There is a special friend that I go on "girly" dates with, and tonight happened to be our night to go. It doesn't matter how busy life gets, we schedule at least one night a month to see a movie and go to Starbucks (don't tell the other shops). Tonight was "Norbit," we really wanted to see Blades of Glory (with Will Ferrell), but found out it doesn't come out until March 30. Boo-hoo. On a scale of one to ten, I'd give Norbit a five. Some funny parts, but maybe it was Eddie Murphy overkill, or bad writing. It is just lovely to sit and talk, play a game, catch up. God is so good to give us friends.
So tomorrow is supposed to be killer (in a good way) weather, and I'm planning on taking the kids to the zoo. A nice "field trip." Getting ready for our Omaha trip--less than 2 weeks away. I love travelling. All things leading up to travelling, bad. Getting there, good. Not growing up in a large family, I have learned (still learning) how to pack. Did my mom always do this for me? Is it my only/oldest child freaky-ness that, 10 minutes down the road I start in with: "Did you remember their shoes, and did I remember underwear?" This will go on for about 5 minutes, until hubby says, "if we don't have it, we'll buy it." And sometimes still, an hour down the road, "did you remember the camera?" Sheesh, what's wrong with me?

4 Hours

That's right, folks. I'm not one to go to the doctor, and here's the reason: the appointment was 4 hours long. Is there anyone else out there that goes to the doctor that long? Let me know. My reason for going is to get my driver's license renewed. So I can't walk, and have limited strength (scared yet?), but this lady wants a driver's license. Don't worry everyone...my vehicle is fully pimped with all the gadgets that would make us laugh if anyone ever stole it. Just imagine: man or woman, driving on their knees (there is no driver's seat); trying desperately to get it into drive (gear shift is unusable, it's push-button); then the low effort steering (you over steer and you're in the ditch in an instant). It makes me smile just thinking about it (is that mean?)

Things happen that are funny all the time, you just have to find the humor in it. Like this: Last night we were driving over to my stepdad's house for dinner (don't worry, it gets better). Almost there, we hear this dragging and scraping under our van. Hubby says, "oh no, I think the muffler just fell off." Well, it didn't quite fall off. It was holding on by just a bolt, probably dangling and dancing, as if just to make fun of us. At that moment, we stop at a light and start to hear honking behind us. As if we weren't already embarrassed, the person behind us decided to let the whole line of cars know of our plight. So we pull over to examine the damage. I'm thinking, I am now a southsider, driving a minivan that sounds like a race car. Am I receiving penance for all of my years growing up in suburbia? My question, when things break , could they just fully break and be done with it? Then we can be the people who see the muffler on the side of the road and say: "who would let their muffler get so rusty that it would fall off?" I guess I just liked sounding like a race car.

Paper hats and Cyberchase

Hello! Welcome to my new blog--it's good to "meet" you. Forgive my occasional bad grammer/punctuation. It's been a while since I've been in school, since being in kid zone for the last 5 1/2 years. Yes, that's right, we're homeschoolers, self-employed, travelin', people lovin', Jesus worshipin', Survivor watchin', internet surfin', organic food eatin', adapters to life.

I knew as I started to read other blogs, that I should start my own. God help me, He's the one who gave me that inkling (sp?). I thought what's an oldest/only child, perfectionist (in weird ways) doing starting a blog? It's gonna take me 2 hours just posting one blog, from editin' and all. This is a test in being more easy going. I know God's testing me on this. Patience. Temper. None of the first, a lot of the second.

You're probably wondering, what's with the title of my blog? For those of you that know me, you already know, for those of you that don't: I'm in a wheelchair. Well now that it's out, follow me along to witness the crazy stories, normal stuff, help me in the day to day...
Tomorrow I'll post more, and promise to be more interesting!