Thank you to everyone who left such wonderful kind worded comments in the previous post.
I received several emails stating that it would be next to impossible for someone to find me or my family from my blog but that is SO not true. I have been using our real names on this blog and have found several people from my Stat Counter that did a simple google search of my name that brought them directly to my blog. We have a listed number. There are several people search websites out there that lead directly to my address if my name is searched....trust me....I've done it. It's actually quite scary how easy it would be.
So I'll give this a try. See what happens. The creepy Stat Counter activity has died down. And after lunch with some friends yesterday afternoon....I have reason to believe the creepy stalker guy may actually be my friend's husband....our dear friend "R" =) LMAO! Who wasn't stalking my blog but curiously checking on the comment drama. I'm still not entirely convinced of that though because the city is different. But since I don't know who else it could be I'll believe that for peace of mind. R, you can stalk me any time baby!! LOL.
I sent a twitter TM from my phone 2 days ago that said "(Dreamy) wants to quit gymnastics." That twit TM was suppose to be to my husband....but you know it's SO easy to confuse the 5 digit twitter number from my husbands 7 digit cell phone number. You all may be wondering where my children inherited their absentminded ways...No need....they get it from me.
So Dreamy Smurf had a minor melt down yesterday. And, basically, to make a long story short, he's completely stressed out and overwhelmed with school and his gymnastic's schedule. He's had a ton of homework so far this year and spends 16 hours/week at the gym. He's 9. It's too much. He was extremely distraught over this and crying over the possibility of quitting. So we had a chat with his coach and decided to cut down his hours/days spent at the gym. I don't want him to get burnt out and he's entirely too young to be this stressed out. I hope this works for him. We'll see.
I still have major sinus issues going on. Doc wants me to go for a CT of my sinuses but the $550 would come out of pocket. The way our insurance works....we are covered in full for the 1st $2,000 of coverage....when that's used up we are responsible for the next $2,000....and then we are covered in full again after that. We've already used up the 1st $2,000 of coverage (that has never happened before...it was an exceptionally "sick" year) and so now all doc visits and medical care come out of pocket (up to $2,000). So I'm trying to hold off on having the CT scan done until after the 1st of the year when the coverage kicks back in. We'll see. I'm tired. Tired from not getting a restful night's sleep and feel'n like crud throughout the day.
Running/training is still suffering from the above. Ran my second 20 miler last Saturday and it DID.NOT.GO.WELL! But now we're tapering so I just don't care. I need for this marathon to be over because I'm convinced that all this training is the reason I keep getting sick. I think the training is kicking my immune system's a-s. My body is just spent. My friend and running partner, T, now has tendinitis in her foot. So her training has been going about as well as mine. I've actually contemplated bailing out. But after all this hard work I HAVE to at least go. I'll probably be walking most of it....but oh-well. At the very least it's an excuse to visit Chicago again. I just love that city!
I've suspended all home viewings for the time being. As much as we'd love to move, we're paranoid. America is in a financial crisis and although hubby's job is secure right now....there's just no guarantees what the future holds. So we will wait.
A conversation with my kids last week(in the car):
Smurfette: Mama, do you cry every day after you drop me off at school?
Me: No honey, I'm fine, I just cried a little that first day.
Dreamy Smurf: Oh...I get it....you cried when SHE went to school but when WE went you did the happy dance.
Me: I cried on all 3 of your 1st days of kindergarten. Kindergarten is different.
Hefty Smurf: I know why....when we start Kindergarten it means we're growing up and we're just not cute anymore.
His assessment made me laugh. There is a tiny bit of truth in that! LOL!
Leslie over at Got Kids, Need Valium Gave me this wonderful award some time last week before I decided to take some time off. Thank you Leslie for the much needed bloggy love. You made me smile and I appreciate that. I just love this girl. Seriously. Her kids will make you smile. They're just the cutest darn things. If you haven't been over there you really should. You won't regret it.
I'm running out of time right now and need to go through the blog roll and find out who's gotten this one already before I pass it on. I just don't have the time right now....actually, that's a lie....I just don't feel like doing it right now.....=)......so I'll pass it on later.
Enjoy the rest of your weekend everyone!