Such a little word, such a big meaning (kinda the oppostite of abbreviate, huh?). After stumbling onto the Bloggies via Redneck Mommy, I’ve plunged headfirst into the blog of a woman whom I envy SO much, it’s downright humbling.  It started with a post about potatoes and escalated from there. I’ve spent the past couple hours entranced in an EPIC tale of romance, so much so that when it came time to give Little Man a bath, I was actually disappointed I didn’t have a way to read them in the bathroom.

Would that I had a fraction of the wit and eloquence that Ree has. Would that I had a fraction of the land she lives on! Now more than ever I want to get up to Alabama and get some acreage and settle. I’m desperate to settle, to STAY in one place for longer than a year or two. To actually be able to unpack all my things and have a HOME instead of this place that we happen to be living.

Maybe then I could wax poetic about my gorgeous 5 acres of Decatur/Hartselle and the awesome mobile home we got while I wait for the construction company to finish making my Hobbit-hole. Seriously.

PS – Little Man pooped in the bathtub tonight. That was awesome.


And Finally… An Answer.

The results of the MRI are in.

The shadow they thought was an angioma wasn’t.

It’s scar tissue.

Turns out Little Man had a stroke before he was born, which is causing all of his problems. Guess that explains why it’s his right side that’s predominantly affected.

In one of those bad-but-good situations (bittersweet?) we were told “Well, if you have to have a stroke, it’s best to have one before age 2.” Since he’s still so young, his body is malleable and adaptable. There’s a good chance that he’ll be able to regain full use of his legs and arm and all that good stuff.

He had a pediatric appointment yesterday, and he’s quite a bit underweight (off the bottom of the chart for his age), but he’s growing taller so the pediatrician isn’t worried yet. He got 4 vaccinations, which he cried during but then immediately forgot about as soon as I sat him up.

While I’m relieved to finally have a definite answer instead of wondering “Is it this? Is it that?” I admit I do feel a bit “Say wha?!” but I’m not freaking out or anything. I don’t know what this diagnosis means yet for the future. For now I’m just going to take it one day at a time, and one test at a time.


Normally I love long-haul driving. It allows me a lot of time for reflection and to just get lost in the road. However, driving from Hartselle, AL to Orlando, FL was not a fun trip for many reasons.

First, we didn’t want to leave at all. It’s so much nicer up there, even if Hottie’s family didn’t live there.

Second, somehow having all three kids in the truck added hours to the trip. I’ve done this drive in 11 hours before. The drive back took about 17 hours. W. T. F.

Third, there were several hours of thick fog between Atlanta and Orlando. I drive at night because it’s easier with less traffic, plus it makes the trip faster for the kids if they’re asleep. However, I dislike driving in inclement weather, even in the daytime. At night it’s even worse.

Fourth, gas station bathrooms. ’nuff said.

Thankfully, there were plenty of Waffle Houses so feeding the brood was easy on a budget. I’m also extremely grateful that somehow the gas prices miraculously dropped just before we left, and didn’t start to rise again until we were almost back, which made the trip infinitely more affordable, if not actually possible.

It was a much-needed break, and there were great quantities of venison and home-cooking to be had. 

Little Man had his first birthday. I don’t have my pictures off the camera yet, but I will say that his birthday cakes were spectacularly amazing. Hottie’s mom is brilliant, that’s all I can say for now.

We got back on Monday barely in time for Hottie to go to work. Tuesday we set about getting back into the groove of medical appointments and whatnot. Unfortunately, while we were away Little Man’s leg seemed to get worse and I’m hoping we’ll get back into the physical therapy soon, as it did seem to help immensely.

When Hottie called Arnold Palmer for another round of MRI, he met with another round of head-brickwall bashing regarding the validity of our NOT needing an authorization code to make the appointment. All I can say is I’m glad he’s willing to field phone calls for me. I’d never get anything done otherwise. There was a cancellation literally a few minutes before he called, so we were able to get the MRI done today.

This time I didn’t have to sit through him crying as they put the IV in. This time they simply took him from us awake into the MRI room and, as the anesthesiologist put it, “stunned him” with some gas before they did the IV. 

After we turned him over, we headed to the hospital for some downright delicious cafeteria food. By the time we got back, it was a short wait before they came and got us and took us back. He wasn’t awake yet, but woke up easily and was adorably groggy as he blinked around at the nurses who cooed over him. He managed a half-smile once, but he was really too put-out to be happy. He hadn’t had anything to eat since last night, after all.

He’s happily eating Spaghetti-Os right now.

No new news on the art front. I still have piles of stuff to give away as prizes for a contest, but I’m at a loss as to what the contest should actually BE. 

I’ve also begun looking into online colleges. If anyone has any suggestions for a legit web design or medical transcription (or both) online campus, let me know. Also, has ANYONE had any experience with the Stafford University? They’re one of those “do you want to make more money? Sure, we all do..” places. They’re fairly cheap and have what I want but I don’t want to throw them any money if they’re not legit.

Well, I think that’s a sufficient update for the time being. Hope everyone had a fantastic holiday season!