Dios Mio, Man!

I'm sure you have all been wondering where I was... I was right here, I swear. Most likely you will not believe me when I tell you that I have been trying to log in to my own darn blog for three months! But you would be wrong not to believe me because it's true. This from a woman who sometimes believes herself to be the next dictator of the world. Anyway, I would have had my own IT department to deal with these things.

Being "IT-challenged" I tried a bunch of things to try to log in to my blog. Nothing worked. I emptied my cookies, I lowered my privacy setting, etc. to no avail. Finally, I came upon Firefox and downloaded it and voila as they say in one of those EU countries, it worked!

So now I'm back. I missed being here and I missed all my blog buddies. Thank you to all of you who faithfully checked in every now and then and left me beautiful, heartfelt messages such as, and I quote, "??????????" (from Ziggi), "Mars to Florida" (from WW), "Yoo-hoo" (Cherrypie), and others.

Updates on Weirdnesses and the Like

The kids: My boys are doing great. Let's start with the oldest: During a training exercise with live ammo, a ricochet bullet hit him in the forearm. His dad told me two days after it happened because as he said "Your son didn't want you to worry." Well, any father knows that a mother should be informed immediately of anything happening to one of her offspring. Being a mother supercedes any other wish of anybody else in the world to not let her know what is going on. I see it this way. After several hours spent calling my son who was hurt on the other side of the continental USA and not being able to reach him, I enlisted the help of one of my Marine Mom friends. Finally, a half hour later my son called me and said "Mom, I'm ok, I just had surgery and they removed the bullet from my arm. Quit calling everybody, my sergeant came in and told me to call you!" I thought that was kind of cute! Anyway, the bullet spared bone and tendons and just lodged in the meat in his forearm and he's fine now.

Big Breath.

My younger son has had another scrape with the law. I don't want to write about it here but it was a silly thing he did (just like the last time) and he ended up being arrested and had to be bailed out. His dad (bless his soul after all) hired a lawyer and hopefully the case will be dismissed (please pray for him). Then, last Monday while at work I get a call and it is my son telling me that he fainted in the college cafeteria and that he had hit his head on the tile floor and he was bleeding from the back of his head. After screaming at all my coworkers that I was leaving b/c my son had fainted ("He what??") and had hurt himself, I ran the four blocks to the cafeteria on heels in like two minutes. Rescue had already gotten there and had hooked him up to those machines and my son's pulse was dipping very low so they took him to the ER. If I wasn't so worried about my son, I would have enjoyed the ride in the ambulance RIGHT NEXT TO THE DRIVER!!! Long story just a bit shorter, they said it was a vasovagal syncope which translated means "What the hell, do you think we know every little thing that people have???" But all his bloodwork came back fine and so did the CAT scan. I'm leaving early to take him to the ER again this afternoon to have the four staples removed from the back of his head. Sigh.

I will update more tomorrow, gotta go see to the staples!