Donations Needed

For those of you who were saving up for the "Save My Toe" fund, I have another cause. We took the Lumina for a diagnostic check at Cottman Transmission this evening. Considering that the car will only go about 20 mph in second gear, things don't look good! The Lumina is 10 years old and has about 186,000 miles on it, so it's run the good race and nearing the finish line. Since I did buy a pair of shoes last week, I would like those of you that did not have a chance to donate yet, to transfer your gift over to the "Get John Some Wheels" fund. Krista, if you would like to extend your generous offer as you did last time, I can guarantee that we will be in Tulsa this weekend. Let me know if that works for you!

Sick Day

I didn't go to work yesterday. I am not sure if I was sick or if I just lost all desire to work. Here's an overview... I work up bright and early and started getting ready for work. As I sat by the window, putting my makeup on, I noticed that it was a beautiful day. I told John that I wanted to stay home and work on housework. I think he would have been fine with that, but I went to work anyways. On my way to work I started feeling sick to my stomach. Morning sickness? Who knows! I stayed at work about an hour and then decided to go home. I crawled back into bed and slept until 11AM when I got a MK phone call. Then I decided to run an errand and eat lunch. Then I came back home and went back to bed and slept until 5PM. At that point I still had no energy, so instead of working on housework I watched a movie. When John got home, I think he was a bit annoyed because I was not sick when I said I wanted to stay home in the first place. I think, as a pregnant woman, I am entitled to change my mind though, especially when I start feeling sick. I think that maybe I just over did it on the weekend. I feel fine now, so all is well except that our house is still a mess, all of our clothes are dirty, and we still have no groceries!

Prayer Request

Many of you know Tony Turner who goes to church with John and I at Parkway. He is one of our Deacons, works with the youth, and is just an all around good guy. Tony is a volunteer firefighter in Basehor, KS, and at a fire Saturday night, Tony was on a roof, feeding hose into an attic, and he slipped on some black ice, and fell to the ground. He broke both bones below his knee and his ankle on one leg. He was rushed to the hospital Saturday night and was in extreme pain. Sunday morning he went into surgery to set the bones, but before the Doctor could finish, they had some complications with his breathing tube and he was without air for about 30 seconds. The Doctor feels that he will not suffer any effects from this, but they will have to go back and finish the surgery tomorrow. Please keep Tony, Sheryl, and family in your prayers. Even after he is able to come home, he will be unable to walk and work for a couple of months.

Cookie Tossing

I thought this deserved a blog of its own... After Master Consultant today, Sarah and I ate lunch at Sweet Tomatoes. It's a salad bar with soup, pasta, and bakery items. It was very good, and I enjoyed visiting with Sarah very much. However, at the end of our meal, something went very wrong at the overly crowded restaurant. A woman and a preteen boy rushed past our table. I thought that the boy looked upset, but Sarah wondered if he was sick. Curious, I turned and looked down the aisle just in time to see that he had thrown up all over the place. I quickly turned to Sarah and said "We need to leave right now!" For those of you that know the Roscoe story, you will understand! (If you don't know that story, let me know and I will blog about it too!)

I just want to say, I feel sorry for the boy, how embarrassing! And I feel sorry for the people who were sitting at the tables along the aisle. I hope it did not turn into a "Stand By Me" Barf-O-Rama! And lastly, I feel sorry for the employees that had to clean it up!

Lady in Red

Jill (my Mary Kay Director) called me Friday afternoon with some good news. Out of the blue, my 3rd recruit, Katie Nichols, put in an order. You see, Katie signed up back in October, but was very busy with an upcoming move to St. Louis, so she never really got started. I have not done a real great job keeping in touch with her, so I may be a little to blame too! I will be in touch very soon to encourage her on, because she will do great if she pursues it! So, since she placed her order, I now have three active recruits and am an official Star Recruiter! I know this does not mean a lot in the outside world, but in the MK world, this means I get to wear the prestigious Red Jacket!

This morning, Sarah and I went to Master Consultant, which is an area wide training and recognition event in the KC area. Because of my new status, I got to go up on stage, take the Red Jacket oath, and I received a certificate. What a great surprise when I unfortunately have not been doing much on my MK business! Now I have that little extra motivation to get out there and work! So, watch out, I may be calling you soon!

My Toe

For the last week or more my big toe on my left foot has been hurting something awful! It hurts to bend it, to bump it, or just put much pressure on it. I first thought maybe I slipped on some ice and sprained it, but I think I would have remembered that. Then I assumed that it has something to do with my back hurting, which is because everything is shifting around in my body to make room for Baby Riggs. So maybe I am over compensating for my back and in turn it is making my toe hurt. However, tonight I discovered the reason (which has nothing to do with either theory!) I discovered that the heel of my black open back loafer-type shoes is cracked and each time I put my weight on it, it sort of squishes down to the left. Therefore, when I walk, my left foot is doing a funny tilting motion, causing my toe injury. I am surprised that it took this long for me to notice my shoe is broken.

The big problem is that I wear these shoes almost every day, and I don't have any other shoes to wear with my work clothes. Tomorrow will really be the only day I will have to suffer, as Friday is jeans day and then the weekend is here. I was thinking about posting a little PayPal link for people to donate to the "Save My Toe" campaign, but I notice that is not working too well for David and his guitar. Instead, feel free just to give me a call and offer to take me shopping. Better yet, just post your credit card number with expiration date in the comments section, and I'll take care of it in my spare time. Just keep in mind that I will need new shoes by Monday!

Thanks in advance to all who contribute!

Dream a Little Dream of Who???

I think I must have been visiting the past in my sleep this morning. I rolled over to hit the snooze alarm, somewhat annoyed that someone else had not not gotten in the shower yet. Then in determination to wake that someone up I called out, "KRISTA!" That is when I woke up and realized that it was indeed John that needed to get in the shower, not my older sister. I don't know if I had travelled back to college, or even further back to life with Mom and Dad, all I know is that John thinks I am weird now!

Well, I am off to bed! I'll try to be a better blogger this week!

Laku noć

Black and Blue

I had an appointment with Dr. Wootton today. John was supposed to go with me, but he forgot and scheduled an appointment at work, so I called Mom and she went with me. It's not that I can't go by myself, but I knew that Mom would like to go. The appointment went fine, but I am having issues with the blood sugar test.

Let me back up to Monday...

Moday I had my first sonogram which was awesome! We saw Baby Riggs wiggling around and we got to hear his/her heart beat. I was also supposed to have my blood drawn for a one hour glucola test, which measures blood sugar levels. Basically you have to drink this orange stuff about 30 minutes before you get to the Dr's office. Then you tell them exactly what time you finished the orange stuff. Then they draw your blood one hour from when you drank it. At least, that is what is supposed to happen!

Here's what really happened...

I drank the orange stuff at 10:30 AM (not too bad, like Sunkist with a bad aftertaste). John and I got to the Dr's office at 11:00AM and I told them what time I drank it. Then we went back and did the sonogram. We were back in the lobby at 11:15 to wait for the blood test. 11:30 came and still nothing, so I asked the receptionist. With a startled look, she quickly paged nurse #1 (names are ommitted to protect the not-so-innocent.) About 15 minutes later nurse #1 called me back to draw my blood. After looking both arms over, she thought my right arm looked better, so she tied my arm with a big rubber band, jabbed me with a big needle, and totally MISSED the vein! To make matters worse she persisted to try to find the vein by wiggling the needle around in my arm! Frustrated, she decided to give the other arm a try. She found a smaller needle that was attached to a little tube which attached to the collection device. Now, just skip back up to jabbing, missing, and wiggling again. You get the idea! A little tiny bit of blood came out this time, but it didn't even go all the way down the tube! I think she was feeling pretty bad by this point, so she went to get some help. Since it had been an hour and a half since I drank the orange stuff, I questioned the accuracy of the test, but nurse #1 assured me that it would be fine.

Fast forward about 10 more minutes...

Nurse #1 reenters with nurse #2. Just before nurse #2 was about to get another needle out, Natalia mentioned the time frame. Nurse #2 stated that on a one hour glucola test, you only have about a 5 minute time window to draw the blood. That translates to 11:35AM... which I was still in the lobby!!! Aggghhhh!!! So, since I was coming back on Thursday to see the Dr., I could just do it then.

And that brings us back to today...

When I arrived at the Dr's office I told them what time I drank the orange stuff and took a seat in the lobby. I needed my blood drawn at 11:20AM, so I was watching the clock like a hawk! At about 11:18 she (nurse #2) called me back. She was taken aback when she saw the large bruises on the insides of my arms. I reminded her of Monday's incident, so she decided to draw the blood out of the top of my hand. Ouch!!! And... She MISSED!!! What is the problem??? She proceeded to tell me that I have very bad veins, so I informed her that when I had blood work on my first visit, they had drawn it on the first try downstairs at the lab. So she sent me running down to the lab! Remember, we only had a few minutes left!!! When I got to the lab the guy made me wait! "Oh no!" I thought in terror, but soon I was called back and greeted by a familiar face, the girl who drew my blood the very first time. I explained the situation and she went to work. As she felt for my veins, she said, "Oh, I remeber you from last time and you have a real nice vein right here!" and the blood flowed, and flowed!

And the moral of the story is...

Go to the Lab and ask for Jerri in the first place!

Yes... I did it too!!!

Well, just as you probably expected, I was not going to be the last family member to have a blog! Plus, I figure that this is a great diversion for Mom on those slow days at work! Now, she can keep tabs on all of us, that is, if we make sure to blog every day! Better yet, I can keep everyone posted on the development of Baby Riggs! Well, as I read in a pregnancy book, my pregnant body is in many ways working harder than a non-pregnant body that is mountain climbing. Therefore, I am tired and I'm heading to bed!