I stared down the oscillating vent and won! (Or "This world sux!" Take your pick)

Not many words tonight... today was in many ways a fantastic day yet I will go to bed tonight with a full mind and heavy heart. My two kids are sleeping peacefully and beautifully in their own beds tonight. That's fantastic. Three completely unrelated families that I've been following (in one form or another) struggle this very same night with their own children's health crises. That sux. I faced down an all-too-familiar and menacing oscillating vent that is very similar to the one that pulsated (yet oxygenated) my newborn son for 5 days and realized it really wasn't as bad as my memory recalls. That's fantastic. That same oscillating vent was connected to my friend's critically ill son. That sux. My son went on to survive his own health scare with neonatal heartblock unscathed and even ran a mile (in 10 1/2 minutes no less!) as a fundraiser for the local NICU ministry. That's fantastic. An acquaintance I connected with only because of a random discussion over neonatal heartblock watches her infant son fight for his life tonight. That sux. All of these babies are safely in God's Hands with the blessed assurance of Heaven that far exceeds our earthly comprehension. That's fantastic. Jesus is leaving their families and all of us here on earth until His Father tells him to return. That sux.*

*With the quantification that my brain is indeed very small and very finite so really it doesn't suck at all because His ways are not our ways and are actually much, much higher. Still it feels like it sux for now. And I know someday it won't suck at all and that's fantastic. But I don't know when that day will come and that, in fact, sux.

A brief synopsis...

Okay, here's the deal...

I've been busy A LOT lately, which also means I'm exhausted (think fatigue-exhausted) so I haven't made much time for blogging. I'm fine... just tired. And what few fleeting moments of insight or possibly even wit (?) I do have are shared with my facebook community of friends (because, ya know, they comment and whatnot.) And to be fair, everytime I'm at the computer lately I'm typing. Or obsessively checking on MckMama and her son. Or reading James Spann's updates. Or researching diaphragmatic hernias. Or reviewing homeschooling curriculum. Basically, I'm doing everything but blogging (and resting.) Hopefully that will soon change (on both accounts) but I don't see any real indication of this in the near future. Consider it a favor... I'm sure y'all are tired of me *complaining* about Obama. (If that's the case then rest assured I've got plenty to say about Tim Geithner.)

Pancakes and Coffee has a nice ring to it though...

Really, I'm just posting this to revel a bit more with advanced apologies to one of my newbie commentators, Tamara. I promise it's not personal, it's football. :)


PS: Be sure to vote ---------> (Plumberboy, I think we can afford this so long as it only happens every six or 7 years. However, I'm TOTALLY content if this series gets too rich for our blood.

It ain't braggin' if you can do it...

I hope all who search the internet looking for info on the south Alabama shootings near Samson and Geneva will eventually run across this story. I have more to say on the matter but I'm not in the blogging mood lately. I'll be back sometime soon, God willing.

Why I LOVE Sports (Now updated with video!):

It's full of stories just like this. And b'ball really is one of my favs... it's so much fun to see something like that in person (I didn't this time but I was there when lil' Antoine laid it up against Florida!)



By the way, did anybody catch G-Jo and P-Paw on ESPN Tuesday night?

But first you've to get mad...

I promise I will try not to turn this into a rant because honestly I do understand that this week--in the grand scheme of things-- is really not that bad, at least not sackcloth and ashes bad. But it has been pretty sucky to say the least (how eloquent is that?!?!) And I feel bad for my mother or anyone else who has had the misfortune of listening to me unload on them because I have a week's worth of stress and frustration pent up inside of me yet no real vice with which to unwind (unless the ever-unhealthy and expensive Coke Classic in a glass bottle counts!) I used to complain biweekly to my beloved Granny about such things before she died but now that's not possible obviously. What's that you say? Go to the cemetery and vent to her gravestone? You mean the same gravestone that was recently overturned by a gang of hoodlums? True story. Now granted it didn't actually happen this week but I just found out about it on Sunday, thus kicking off a craptastic week. And today it ends with finding out the NCAA is possibly up to their old antics again, which incidentally may also mark the beginning of my new role as populist leader in an uprising to be named at a future date. Stay tuned.




Goodbye craptastic week!