Say It Ain't So

This blog is typically about my children, but I've learned a few things about myself recently that have led me to this post. If you're only interested in adorable stories about adorable children from a very biased mother, then you should find another blog for your reading entertainment today. However, if you're interested in a "young" mother's continued self-discovery through the eyes others, this just may be the post you've been longing to read. ;-)

Last week Rodney and I went to dinner to celebrate our 4th Anniversary (May 21st). Rodney's sister watched the kiddos while Rodney and I enjoyed a wonderful, uninterrupted, adult-only conversation, eat-with-two-hands, sit for the entire meal, full service dinner. Honestly, McDonald's would have sufficed but we opted for Bonefish instead.

During our date I started asking Rodney questions about our first date--trying to stir up memories of those new love feelings, but I'd say the conversation didn't go as I had planned. Instead, it went something like this...

Me: When we went out on our first date, what was it about me that made you want to go on a second date?
Rodney: I thought you were very beautiful and very sweet. I just wanted to get to know you better.
Me: So, now that you know me better, what do you think?
Rodney: I still think you're very beautiful, but...
Me: ...but?
Rodney: Well, (laughing) you're kind of a tart.

I couldn't help but laugh because I know how much truth there is to it. He did finally concede that I'm not a total tart, but a sweet-tart. It's all about balance for me...


Then last Friday I called into the daily 6.40am conference call with Mother and Chelsea. I started having pains in my side. As we talked they got worse and worse until I felt I needed to interrupt the conversation to complain about my pain. Both responded by asking me if it wasn't just gas. I assured them this wasn't gas pain. "But remember that one time you went to the ER and it was just gas?" Of course I remember....HOW EMBARRASSING! After we all hung up, the pain kept getting worse until I was on the floor in tears trying to figure out who could help me. My neighbor Michele came and got me and her girls Macie and Mabry came and stayed with Clinton. Michele drove me and Heidi to the ER and hung out with us. After I was given pain meds through my IV, Michele and I were able to recap the morning's events. And this is what she had to say about the situation...

"I knew it was bad when I got to your house and Heidi wasn't wearing a bow."

Ha, ha! Okay, so we have a tiny reputation around here about our bows. Power bows just aren't as prevalent here in Tennessee so Heidi definitely stands out!

As for my health, after a dose of narcotics, a CT scan and 3 x-rays I was given a diagnosis--a kidney stone that had partially passed and another that lay in waiting. Still waiting on those puppies to pass!

So to sum up, here is what I learned...
1. While I definitely have a sweet side, my tart side has not gone unnoticed.
2. My husband thinks he's a comedian.
3. My mom and sister remember every embarrassing thing I've done (and there are many!).
4. The bows aren't just an accessory, they seem to have created an identity!

Keepin' it real,