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some exciting blog news! We have a winner for the "50 First Dates" contest.

Here's how it went down.

I took ALL 12 comments... (yup, ALL 12 :) and numbered them on paper, 1-12.



I opted NOT to do the number generator because I don't think its fair for the first or last commentator. I'm sure its random, but whatever. Also, I liked Leslie's idea of drawing the names/numbers out of a bag... or in this case... a blue tupperware box.

I told Maeve to close her eyes and pull out a piece of paper. She didn't close her eyes, but she did in fact, very randomly, pulled out a piece of paper.

The winner of MY FAVE. movie in the universe is.....



Commentator #1- AKA Alissa Sauder. Congrats! :) email me at ashleymckenney07@gmail.com with your address and I'll get it out tomorrow morning :) Many laughs to you! And thanks for playing! :)

PS- I found it funny that I chose not to do the number generator because it never picks the first or last number- and Maeve just so happened to pick #1...

The Heart Of The Matter.

Oh where to start? How about... July of 2007. I was very- and I mean VERY pregnant with Maeve. I had been having an easy, breezy pregnancy (minus the horrific morning sickness) when all of a sudden I was HIT by some crazy heart palpitations. EVERYONE has had a heart palp or two (me included, previous to July of '07) but these were OUT OF CONTROL. One after another- the best way to describe it is if you were to have a handful of marbles and drop them - each one kerplunking at its own speed. My heart had nooooo rhythm to it at all. It was just skipping along to its own beat. Of course I called Dr.P right away and was seen; I was told it was anxiety. (hadn't heard THAT one before!!! :) I tried my hardest to go on with normal life, but I could hardly function- my heart palps were making me weak and out of breath. Super scary stuff.

One particularly HOT, August afternoon (it was right during registration at the studio- I believe I was 8 months preggo) I went to the bathroom and as I sat down it felt like every drop of blood in my body raced up to my head- all in one, swift, sweeping motion. BIZARRE. The stall started to spin, my heart started to race and I began seeing splotches. I stumbled out of the stall and told my sister (Emily) she needed to drive me to the ER asap. Something wasn't right.

We got to the ER (Ryan was right there with us- thanks to a few frantic cell phone calls) and I had to be taken from the car by wheelchair (talk about drama!) Questions were being shot at me left and right (yeah- no triage- just whisked right on back! I always joke with my friends & fam- if you need to get into the ER fast, stick out your gut like you're preggo and tell them you can't breathe and having a heart attack! :) "Any allergies? How far along are you? Who's your doc?" etc. etc. etc. By the time we reached the room I had electrodes stuck all over me (ankles, chest, back) and was hooked up to an EKG. Literally within SECONDS, they had a reading and took it to the cardiologist on call. I had 3 or 4 nurses shuttling around the room (one sticking an IV in, the other gathering info, one hooking up the O2/heart rate monitors) and a doctor who was standing back watching the monitor. When my heart rate finally started to bleep on the screen at an alarmingly fast pace (somewhere in the 180's) they decided to push some ativan. After a dose, my heart rate came down and hovered in the 110 area- and it has stayed there ever since- I KID YOU NOT. I could stop my ER story here... and just continue on with what is happening today, but I'm sure some of you are a little bit intrigued about the rest of my frantic visit to the hossy, right? :)

After things had calmed down a bit, Dr. Zande (the cardiologist on call) came in and talked with us a bit. By this time, the room was filled with my dad, sis & Ryan (mom was in K-zoo)- we all listened as he talked about TACHYCARDIA and PVC's (aka Premature Ventricular Contractions). I ended up spending the night in the hospital. I got an echo & they made sure that none of my symptoms were being caused by underlying preggo conditions (such as Pre-e...). We left the next morning with a script for a beta blocker and an appointment at Michigan heart. I seriously couldn't believe that this was happening to me- EIGHT MONTHS PREGNANT. The only way I could get my mind off of that horrible night was a swing by Dunkin Donuts... so we did... a swing-by, that is :).

The next week at Michigan Heart I was fitted with my very own HOLTER MONITOR. Think sleeping at 8 months preggo is uncomfy? Try wearing one of these suckers! IT WAS AWFUL! And I truly wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy (well, maybe my worst:) I wore the monitor for 72 hours... it recorded my skippy heart and I was FORMALLY diagnosed with PVC's. THANK GOD they were benign. I was given the go-ahead for a natural delivery (I did have to be hooked up to a heart monitor but at least no c-section!) and I was taken off the beta blocker. My cardiologist did warn me if the palps didn't go away after the pregnancy, I'd have to have an ABLATION. I thought positively and focused on the impending birth of my little lady. My delivery with Maeve was awful (you all know that) but praise the wonderful Lord, my heart palps completely disappeared about two weeks after I had her. WAHOOOOOO! NO ABLATION!

Fast forward to October of 2009. My ENTIRE pregnancy with Henry was pretty great (minus the normal aches and pains- oh and the horrible swollen monster I had become- OH YEAH and all the urine jug tests for pre-e...BLAH) anyways, no heart troubles- UNTIL October-ish. I remember getting a few- and thinking "Its okay! These are BENIGN! AND THEY WILL GO AWAY JUST LIKE THEY DID AFTER MAEVE WAS BORN!" Big man was born, (Nov. 23rd) and my heart palps were still making their presence very much known. NOW, here I sit at 12 weeks (or 13 weeks?) post partum STILL dealing with a "skip to my lou" heart problem. Monday though, I decided I had had enough and made a doc. appointment with the best doc in town (Dr. Bigelow :).

I was totally thinking Dr.Bigelow would once again diagnose them as benign PVC's and send me on my way with some more anxiety meds (after all- anxiety is what the root problem is...or so I thought). Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. He listened to my ticker, and listened some more, and some more. I was starting to sweat bullets. And those dreaded words "I think I heard something" came out of his mouth.

Me: "Ummm, heard what?"

Dr.Bigelow: "Something that a doctor doesn't want to hear."

Me: "Okay..."

Dr. Bigelow: "You're having some definite rhythm disturbances and I'm not going to try and diagnose with you with one thing or another but I am going to refer you back to Michigan Heart."

Me: "Right- so they're benign though?"

Dr.Bigelow: "I can't tell you that- but I will tell you your heart is having rapid accelerations and decelerations within a short time period and that can be pretty stressful. Also your resting heart rate is 110. That's a tad high."

Me: (thinking...yeah I knowwwww its accelerating like mad & YEAH 110 SUCKS for a heart rate!!)

Dr. Bigelow had a talk with me about trying to relax as much as possible- no exercising (can't get my heart rate any higher at this point) and I was put back on a beta blocker. We also talked about the dreaded ablation. Of course, it will be the cardiologists call, but with the way my heart is ticking now-a-days, I'm kind of getting desperate for anything....even (YIKES) the ablation.

SO....here's the rundown in case you missed anything:
I am.... 25 years old. A NON-smoker, NON-drinker (besides the occasional glass of wine or beer), 15 lbs. overweight (baby weight I like to call it :), and I am on a BETA BLOCKER!?!?! Aren't those for old people??? Oh yeah- along with my lexapro, klonopin, and "the pill." WOW. Just call me a walking pharmacy.

After getting some bloodwork done I headed home thinking about going through the holter monitor and echo and alllllll that other junk once again. I also started thinking about the ablation (which my mom is coincidentally having done tomorrow). I am sick of meds. I am sick of monitors. I am sick of my heart doing this to me. ANYONE out there with a heart condition that alters how you feel physically (for me- it makes me feel light headed, drained, dizzy, spacey, tingly, out of breath) I FEEL for you. This is AWFUL. I don't have time to be down. I don't have the energy to deal with this. I am so discouraged right now. Discouraged that the palps won't just GO AWAY. And STAY AWAY. Discouraged that I take such good care of myself- making it a POINT to take my vitamins, not smoke, not drink excessively, not eat crappy foods, being active, etc. and here I am stuck with this. NOT FAIR :(

Okay... so enough with the pity party for myself. All I need to do is look at a picture of a kid at St.Judes and I'll feel blessed and thankful. But really, today just wasn't a good day here... and I'm scared and just want some answers.

Ohhhhhhh sighhhhhh....
Thanks for following along (if you could keep up!?!?!) with my scatterbrained post. I promise to post something more uplifting tomorrow. For tonight, I'm sleeping next to my main man and watching my fave Adam Sandler movie... (any guesses???) :)

because I am so nice:)

AND I love you all so much... I thought I'd do a teeny tiny little blog post. It really doesn't have much to do with our vacation... but I feel SO OUT OF IT (internet wise) since I have not even accessed my blog (or internet for that matter) since Feb. 2nd. That's gotta be a record for me. Anyways, all my jet lagged brain can muster up right now is a funny text between Ryan & I. Which now, looking at it, isn't really that funny. BUT something to write down I suppose.

A little background first: While in Florida, I sleep in a room with both kids and in order to actually TALK on the phone I have to leave the hotel room and that's not going to happen. So we text. A LOT. I turn the phone volume on silence and I even hide the phone under the covers so Maeve can't see the blue light coming from it. Anyways... TURNS out, my huuuge celeb crush Adam Sandler (no haters- my mom told me A.Sandler was disgusting and I about had a seizure) was in Florida for the Superbowl. Here is Ryan & I's text from Sat. night:

Me:"Hey my lover is here... Adam Sandler."

Ryan: "He follows you everywhere."

Me: "What can I say? He wants me."

Ryan: "Well I'm not a fan of his anymore."

Me: "Yeah right you have a man crush on him. You'd be stoked if Adam Sandler was my 2nd lover. We're going to have a Tiger Woods affair... except he's going to speak Spanglish to me."

Ryan: "Well then I'll go Elin Woods on him."

Me: "HAHAHA."

If you can't tell, we also text VERY LATE at night... we both get a bit loopy :) But its fun.

Like I said... my brain is in the "OFF" mode right now so this is all I can come up with! Tonight when Ryan is home and I can take my position at the computer I will work on a really nice blog post... because I KNOW you are all dying to read it... bahaha.

Don't Put Your Feet On The Floor

From the movie, "Spanglish" there is a scene where Flor and Michael are on this couch and Michael is trying to convince Flor not to put her feet on the floor because when that happens, reality will come flooding back. BTW- Spanglish is one of the BEST movies I have ever seen- and thats not just because my man is in it :) It truly is inspirational and has an incredible message about family, kids and relationships... AWESOME movie.

Anyways, today is a day I should have kept my feet off the floor. After a normal night sleep, waking up and stepping on the ground I realized that your whole outlook on life and people can be flip flopped in a second. Not going to delve into details here, because honestly, its stupid and not important. But what an emotional morning here in the McKenney house! After spending the good part of the morning crying, I needed OUT of the house. Out we went :)
***This has nothing to do with Ryan and I!!!! Don't want you bloggers to think we're having problems! :) ****

OMGOOOOOOOOD LORD is it cold out there. Anyhow, Maeve fared well- she's like a little star or something- I bundle her all up, cover her with a blanket and run her in, sheilding and holding her with my one hand and pushing the stroller with the other, we really make an entrance! Once we were in the mall, I strapped Maeve into her stroller and off we went to Gymbo. I made out really well- got tons of winter clothes for next year plus one outfit for our little trip to Florida that is coming up at the end of Jan. Dealing with gymbucks can be a bit confusing- it normally requires calculators and numerous trips back to the racks to "get up" to the total you need to actually redeem your gymbucks. So its always a bit nightmarish waiting in line with Maeve while doing this- she is usually arching her back, screaming at me and making quite the scene as I am desperately trying to figure out the gymbuck stuff. TODAY however, must've been my lucky day because as I was talking with the cashier and she was adding up my stuff with the calculator, I noticed something- QUIET- I look down and MaeMae is SLEEPING! I don't think she's fallen asleep in her stroller since Disney World- strange... anyways, after having an extremely emotional morning, I was thankful for the sleeping baby... and she stayed that way all the way home and right into bed. I layed down with her and we literally took a 3 hour nap!!! It was great to say the least- most nights I DO lay with her in our bed for a couple of hours while Ryan does homework, but hardly ever do we nap together... I felt like we were two buddies :) After she woke up, it was the usual rush to work- totally forgot Maeve hadn't had lunch (since she fell asleep at gymbo at 11:30) so yessss- I got my kid McDonalds!!! YUCK! Okay, I am pretty lenient with what she eats, but iiiiicccck I hated giving her that junk this afternoon.... whats a busy workin' mom to do though? :) I did choose apple dippers and chicken McNuggets though... that's not THAT bad right?

Anyways, work was crappy... since it was a snowday for all the schools, attendance was super low at gymnastics. Then I got home to find that while I was on the phone today, Maeve had taken olive oil, a jar of peanuts and white wine vinegar and had tossed them all over the gate and down the basement stairs. Little stinker!!! AND she had broken a bottle of my perfume today so our whole house smells like Ralph Lauren Blue... not a bad scent to have in the house but pretty bummed about the perfume loss.

Since I was so lazy this afternoon with Maeve, nothing was made or planned for dinner. We had to eat leftovers from last night :(

And to top the day off, I was sitting on the couch talking on the phone AGAIN :) - totally not paying attention (I will admit it!) and Maeve was sitting over in the corner of the living room- like where all her toys are, just in her diaper. About 10 minutes later, she emerged from her corner diaperless- I laughed, thinking "aw what a crazy girl we have." Then as she started crawling on the couches I noticed a smell- she had POOPED in her diaper, taken it off and had now crawled her naked, poopy butt all over the couches, her toys, some laundry and ME. YUUUUCK!!!!

So, yeah, I should've kept my feet off the floor- sometimes reality just plain STINKS...
(how's that pun for ya Ang?)

It's Just Another Day :)

There's this song in "50 First Dates" and I'm trying to find it to put it on my blog playlist, but anyways it talks about how each day is just another day of doing normal day to day things. This wasn't on my "official" New Years Resolution list, but I think I am going to try to make each day unique for both Maeve and I (and Ryan... poor guy always gets left out!) but really I'm talking about the actual day and he's not home then... but whether its cooking something out of "Deceptively Delicious" with MaeMae, going to the store to pick out a new book, going to the "Y" child watch or even visiting dadda at work... I think for my sanity and hers, we need to make it a point to do something interesting everyday- we GOTTA get out of this house!!
I did get to go to the grocery store today (WHAT FUN!) but my mom came over to watch Maeve because I didn't want to take her out in the cold... she is fighting this bug right along with me, and I know how crappy I feel, so the last thing I wanna do is drag her out in this JUNK. By the way, I heard someone say the other day that we should get over this snow because after all, IT IS JANUARY! WHO GIVES A monkey's butt it's January- I could care less- this weather is horrible- I hate it and 99% of the people here hate it... if you happen to like it, great for you, come over and shovel our driveway! Anyways back to the grocery store trip- it was miserable and biting cold but I HAD to go- I didn't have a meet tonight and I was determined to cook dinner. So I ventured out.... pretty uneventful besides me running into an old friend, Summer Moon. And the only one who will find any significance in that is Angela, so... if ya wanna know the details Ang, call me or something :)
When I got home, my mom told me Maeve was feeling warm to her- GREAT- the start of fever... sure enough, by nap time, her cheeks were rosy red and she was miserable. Although, after a dose of motrin, she took an AWESOME nap!
During her nap I worked my booty off in the kitchen. Now let me explain a little something- her nap times are my "breaks." As if I were at a job, and I had an hour for lunch- its that same sort of thinking for me. Every day I think about what I'm going to do during my "break." Usually it doesn't involve cooking, cleaning (MAYBE putting some clothes away or cleaning a bathroom) but most of the time you can find me curled up in bed taking a nap myself, or in the bath reading my gossip mags, or blogging... or blogstalking! Any one of those activities are far more appealing to me than cooking or cleaning or doing anything else useful around the house. Lazy? Yes. So what :) Today, however, I had planned out this elaborate meal and I knew there was no way around it- if I wanted to get it done in time for dinner, I HAD to cook during my "break." BOOOOO.
On the menu? Spaghetti Pie & Chocolate cake... both out of the "Deceptively Delicious" cookbook- so the Spag. Pie had carrot & broccoli puree and the "chocolate" cake was really BEETS!!!!! Seriously- an entire cup of pureed beets went into that cake! Anyways there I was pureeing away in the kitchen like a maniac. I got all the purees done (which really IS the hardest part- cleaning the veggies, steaming, pureeing- takes awhile!) and was ready to start actually cooking. I did the cake first- that beet puree was so dang pretty! It was relatively easy- the thing with this deceptive stuff is that everything is "pure"- there are no shortcuts. Meaning, you melt baking chocolate to make the chocolate flavoring for your cake- you use only egg whites (which I am a MASTER at!), so yeah- the concept is cutting out the oils, butter, sat fats all that nasty stuff and replace it with veggie or fruit purees. Once the cake was in the oven, I made the pasta just to have one less thing to do when Maeve woke up from her nap... somehow I could sense she was going to be a STINKER after her nap :)

My gorgeous purees :) The beets were sooooo pretty!!!

Mixing the beet cake :)

Still cooking... not sure of the significance of this pic. except for the fact that I really liked that beet puree!

Stinker, she was. Maaaaan it was an afternoon! She woke up around 3:30 or so, and we did all the normal stuff, changed her, let her be cranky for 20 minutes or so (really she is SO cranky after her naps! She walks around the house just being grouchy like an old person! :) haha its kind of funny- she gets SO ticked at the littlest things, like if you try and put a sock on her or hand her a book that she doesn't want, etc.) Around 4 I started dinner AGAIN, except this time I had a koala bear stuck to my leg... ahhh!! Let me just say, making 1/2 inch turkey meatballs with a toddler whining and clinging to your leg is not fun. I had to keep washing my hands before I could touch her (because of the raw turkey) and then I'd pick her up and try to figure out what the heck she wanted. She has this weird thing about her sippy cups- she CAN use them by herself- when she wants to- but when she doesn't want to, she throws it at you and she just stands there like a baby bird while you feed her... strange! Anyways she kept pulling that this afternoon... so it went like this: make a meatball or two, wash hands, give Maeve her sippy, make a few more meatballs, wash hands, give Maeve her sippy. YIKES!!!! I finally got done with that stupid spaghetti pie and was SO excited to "trick" Ryan when he got home- I had it all planned out- there would be this delicious spaghetti pie and chocolate cake on the table and he'd eat it all up and then I'd tell him the stuff that was in it :) so sneaky!

Meet my little bird :)

The Spaghetti Pie... yes, with green meatballs (they were green b/c of the brocoli!)

WELL the spaghetti pie did not turn out like it was supposed to- I think I added too much sauce? Who knows- but it didn't "crunch" up like it showed in the picture. So Ryan got home and it was STILL in the oven- he kept checking on it, and since it wasn't totally finished he caught sight of the "greenish" looking meatballs and the chunks of cottage cheese in the sauce. He was like "what did ya put in there???" DANG my cover was blown! How did it all turn out? After a SOLID hour and 20 minutes in the oven, the spaghetti pie was actually pretty good- no hint of carrot or broccoli at ALL. And the beet cake was AWESOME. DEF. will make that again!!!! I'm making Ryan take to work with him so I don't eat it tomorrow!


Ain't she a beaut'? :) My heart shaped beet cake...

Happy girl eating her beet cake! :) YES ITS CHOCOLATE! Bring in the troops! I gave my kid sweets! :) haha

So she's been into taking her clothes off lately... but this is the first time its happened at the dinner table :)

I simply ADORE this pic of Maeve. She was tipping her head back and cracking up at me... I caught a pic :)

Working on her dinner... look at those rosy cheeks!

After dinner, it was bathtime and I am proud to say that Maeve learned a couple new things within the past few days or so. First off, if you ask her where her "ding dong" is she points to her belly (we do "ding dong" on her belly button all the time) and just last night I noticed that she was very, VERY interested in her little baby boobies! She kept poking at them in the bath last night and it was one of those moments where I had to come up with something quick- I was thinking "What should we call them? I certainly do not want the word "boobs" coming out of her mouth or even "boobies" and "breasts" is just ridiculous to teach to a 15 month old, so I said "Boppies." Hmmm.... Boppies? Well today in the bath I asked her where her boppies were and sure enough she slapped her boppies. So Boppies it is! I am pretty sure she is still feeling under the weather (so am I) but her cheeks are super red and she didn't eat a thing for dinner... except some beet cake :) ughhhh hopefully tomorrow we'll both wake up with better feeling tummies!!! I gotta get to the Y!!!!
She looks funny in this pic... she is so fresh and so clean, clean after her bath :)

This is part of our bedtime thing- she picks out books....

and SHE reads them! She won't sit in our laps long enough to turn one page... so we let her flip through the pages... at least she's interested in books!

Just took this to show y'all "Billy" the penguin. We named him "Billy" for obvious reasons (or I guess not so obvious if you're not an Adam Sandler fan... but from the movie "Billy Madison", ya know the penguin...) anyways he sits at her baby grand piano... she's not to sure of him, but every once in awhile she'll venture over to him and give him a poke :)

OH- and all you gymboree fanatics out there- don't forget gymbuck redemption is this week!!!!! HOOOOOOORAY! I am going tomorrow (hopefully after the Y????) and stocking up for next winter.
Alright, long post, huh? Bedtime for me... goodnight and peace out :)

GOOD LORD ALMIGHTY.

I drove to Ann Arbor today for my appointment with Dr. PJ and I am NOT even joking- I saw probably 10 MAJOR accidents. Not to mention countless cars on the side of the road, flipped, flopped and stuck. It was a nightmare. How ironic though... I was driving to my ANXIETY appointment and the entire way there I am having this panic attack- it got so bad that I started dry heaving. Dry heaving+ tingling fingers + pounding heart + shortness of breath + icy roads= DANGER.

It is only by the grace of our good Lord that I got there safely. And maybe Jimmy Buffett. I cranked me up some Jimbo and tried my hardest to picture myself on a beach with a margarita in hand... it helped... but still, MY GOSH it was horrible.

Props to ALL rescue workers around here- I seriously saw about 30 police cars and ambulances and countless fire trucks all out on the roads, doing their thing.

Of course when I arrived back home I sat down and had a serious talk with Ryan about how for the sake of our safety and MY sanity and health, we need to move south. It is no longer a "comfort" thing- this is ridiculous. I can handle hurricanes and monsoons... ice storms, snow and negative degree weather??? NOPE. NOT ME.

When I got home, I took a long hot shower, trying desperately to calm down- I did so by sitting down and reading my gossip mags. :) Thank goodness for that Britney Spears and her custody problems- she can always get my mind off of anxious stuff! :)

Also, this has nothing to do with anything relevant to what I just blogged about, but since my recent obsession with Adam Sandler, I've watched any and every movie he's ever been in and I am yes, ASHAMED to admit it, but I JUST watched "Wedding Singer" for the first time EVER last night. I cried during the "Grow Old" song. What a great movie... :) Why oh why can't my husband write me some stupid cute song like that? He plays me songs all the time- AND he writes songs, but he won't play HIS written songs for me... strange. Maybe someday I'll crack that egg.

Alright- drive safely and good luck with wrapping, baking and all of that other holilday stuff! :)

My Night. My Day.

Lets see, last night I wallowed in self pity over the pregnancy comments. Ryan fed Maeve dinner and I took a bath and read gossip magazines. Apparently Jessica Simpson now weighs 130 and she's still pretty hot so go her. I called my juror hot line and NO JURY DUTY AGAIN! What a lucky week for me right??? I haven't been called in once! YES! One more night to go until I am DONE with this ridiculousness. I hardly slept a wink last night due to my nose having 10 lbs. of snot in it (gross I know). And Maeve wasn't doing too much better. Every couple of hours or so she'd let out a few whimpers and I felt compelled to bring her into bed with me and kick Ryan out... yikes. I know bad habit. But I felt sorry for her! She's struggling with the same crap I am and I know how uncomfortable and awful it is. I secretly think Ryan is happy about going to the futon because 1- he doesn't have to get Maeve if she starts to cry, 2- he doesn't have to listen to me snorting and sniffling every 2 seconds. So I guess it all works out.

This morning, my mom came over bright and early to help out with Maeve. I had called her to tell her I had been running a fever and I was desperate for a break. So around 9 or so she came over and gave MaeMae a bath, dressed her and played with her for a bit. I got to take a shower in peace and quiet :) and lay down for a bit. At 11 I went to my doctors appointment- SO I have asthmatic bronchitis AND a full blown sinus infection. Nice huh? I'm on 2 different antibiotics, an inhaler and a nasal spray. GOSH this happens every year....

Here's some good news- Maeve is doing MUCH better today (compared to last night)- besides the gross nose thing- AND I noticed she is cutting a tooth right in front- so I'm fairly sure that's the reason she's been fussy, running a low grade fever and having that runny nose. I'm still going to call the doc. today to ask if I should bring her in, but my instincts are that she's just teething. Plus I asked my doc about the possibility of Maeve having bronchitis or a sinus infection and he said it would be really unlikely. Especially since Maeve isn't coughing- which I am.

So for those that don't know I am in love with Adam Sandler. And lately, I've been on this Adam Sandler kick- like wanting to watch all his movies and such. I watched "Happy Gilmore" and "Spanglish" for the first time this week. "H.Gilmore" was toooooooo funny- I cracked up through the whole thing. And "Spanglish" was so addictive that I had the tivo remote in hand fast forwarding through the commercials as fast as possible. I don't know how many of you have seen "Garden State" (another fave. movie of mine) but "Spanglish" is a lot like that- there is a deeper meaning to it, but its still funny. Anyways it was awesome, suspenseful and even though I HATED the way it ended, ahhhhh I'm in love. If you have a free night, rent it! It's great!

Well Maeve is settling down for her nap (although I hear some banging around in her crib right now, meaning she's trying desperately to pull toys through the bars of her crib... and kicking her feet against the headboard) so I am going to rest and hopefully wake up, ready for work feeling a teensy bit better after a few shots of nasal spray a couple pills and a pull on the inhaler!

ahhhhhhhh what a day.

Phew!

OFF THE HOOK AGAIN! "There will be no jury selection in process for Tuesday Dec. 8th, therefore no jurors need to report." YEA! That was the message waiting for me when we got home tonight!!!

My appointment went really well! I am quite the talker- I find it pretty therapeutic to talk about my OCD habits of washing my hands and cleaning the counters a hundred times a day :)

The roads were fine- we were expecting to be driving through some really horrible stuff- but they were clear- except for a little rain. Unfortunately though on the way home there was a horrible accident- one of the worst ones I've ever seen. It was one of those things where you didn't want to look but you had to.. you know? Anyways it had JUST happened- there was only 1 ambulance there and 1 fire truck- one car on the West bound high way lost control and went over into the oncoming traffic of the East bound high way. It involved about 6 cars that we could count. And the car that I think got it the worst was the car that lost control- it was in the middle of the median and the entire side of it was ripped off. There were about 5 fire fighters trying to get someone out... how sad- I can't help but to always think about my family and friends that may be driving when I see accidents. We said a quick prayer for the families and sat in silence the rest of the way home... let me tell you- accidents- especially horrific ones like that DON'T help my anxiety. On the way back we saw probably 6 or 7 ambulances speeding towards the wreck. I have no clue how many people were hurt, but by the number of cars spread out all over the highway I'd guess a lot.

Suddenly my jury duty issues seem pretty petty huh? Yeah they are... hmmm... well if you're thinking of it, send up a quick prayer for the many families that I'm sure are going to be effected by that horrible accident.

I am going to try and get some sleep- Maeve is sick again- breathing horribly which frightens me... so we slather on the vicks and usually have her sleep with me. For some reason I feel like she's more comfortable next to her momma. I remember when I was sick as a kid always wanting my mom to sleep with me... okay now I'm rambling.. that means I'm super tired.

Good night & sweet dreams!

P.S. Ang- I will be having some SWEEEEEEET dreams because I tivod "Happy Gilmore" SCORE FOR ME!! HAHAHAHAHAHA Ryan can't stop me from watching this one!!! :)