Who Forgets They Have a Tattoo?

Sadly, that would be me.

This is a very random post but one I just couldn't forget about.
I have an idea that I might laugh at this someday and I am always up for a good laugh.
Especially at myself.

The other day I suddenly remembered that I have a tattoo.
3 of them to be exact.
So, that would technically be... I have tattoooossss.
Plural.
For those of you keeping track that is.
And I completely forgot that I had them.

Okay, to be fair to myself they aren't the type of tattoos that you go and pick out, selecting something that you like, or I would hope you would like it - at least at the time.
Then sit there in the tattoo chair and voluntarily endure the process.

Oh no.
Mine were from when I had radiation.
Mine were a lot less glamorous.
And have no cool story behind them.

I mean, it would not sound cool for me to say, "Hey, you want to check out my tattoos? Yeah, they marked the places where they had to shine the little radiation lasers at me. Yeah, I know. Pretty cool, right?"
Yeah, no.

But still.
Who forgets they have tattoos?
Again, me.
I need to stop asking that question.

They are about the size of a pin drop.
Except the one on my chest - they had to do it twice so it is technically two pin drops.
Living wild I know.
Couldn't just go for one pin drop tattoo - had to be two.

The two on my sides I have actually never seen.
I hope they did a good job.
It would be awful if they would have messed those babies up.
How humiliating.

You messed up my pin drop tattoos!
How dare you.

I still can't get over the fact that I forgot that I had them.
Who does that?!?

Do you think I have to check those boxes where they ask if you have any tattoos?
I would be lying if I said no.
But can you imagine me trying to describe them???
And worse yet, them trying to find them???

Ma'am, can you please describe your tattoos?
They are pin drops.
Rain drops?
No, pin drops.
What are "pin drops?"
You know, when you drop a pin and it makes a mark. That is what my tattoos look like.
But why would anyone get "pin drop" tattoos?
I don't know, just in case I ever want to play connect the dots or tick-tat-toe. They give me a good place to start.

Nooooo thank you!

:-)

Have a great week!

"Slap me silly & call me cowboy!"

This delightful little quote was from my youngest boy - obviously the joker of our family.

He is constantly coming up with the funniest things.

I have no idea where he got this one from. 

A movie most likely.

Or he took a movie quote and altered it to suit his little Creidey-bear needs. (That's what we call him - Creidey-bear. ;-) 

But the funny thing about my little Creide is that he has the best timing. 

That is what makes it so funny. 

The delivery. 

I am so thankful for this boy and his sweet heart. 

His quick wit does his mamma good. 

So, the next time you hear someone say, "Slap me silly & call me cowboy!" - think of my little Creide and I am sure he will bring an even bigger smile to your face. 

Here are some pics I found from one year ago this month where he was a "cowboy". 

It is actually a ladies hat that he found in some high end tourist shop in Ouray. 

But I couldn't resist snapping a couple of shots before I made him put it back JUST where he found it completely unharmed. :-) 

More Funnies....

I haven't posted any "funnies" lately. So, I thought I would post a couple....

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Creide: Mom, can you reach that for me? Because I am just a little dude.

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Creide: Awe Mom. I only weigh 3 pounds. Still little. (Followed by a sad face.)

Mom: You mean 30 pounds?

Creide: 30 pounds? Really? Wow, I'm big! (Followed by jumping up and down in delight.)

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Creide: Mom, if anyone messes with my sister, I am going to mess with them back.

(Unless he is the doing the "messing" of course.)

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While attending youth group this past Sunday I was at the back of the building reminding my two noisy little boys to be quiet because they were about to start worship. 

Kearyn turns around from the front of the building and says, "Mom, pray!". 

I evidently missed that they had started praying. 

Thanks Kearyn for bringing that to my attention - and everyone else's as well.

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Cale started telling me about some astonishing fact he had just learned in some book he was reading and then he suddenly stops. 

Cale: Mom, you don't really care about this do you.

Me: No son, I do care. I just have no idea what you are talking about. 

(Just one of many humbling moments that I frequently experience with my son.)

I hope you are having a great week and lots of "funnies" are happening to you as well! 

Funny of the Day: {Don't Say Bad Words}

This is another story involving my ever-so-funny Creidey-bear (as we call him).

Today he comes to me crying....

Creide: Mom, Ky called me something bad.
Me: (Long sigh in preparation for what was said) What did he call you?
Creide: Bottom Britches
Me: Bottom Britches???
Creide: Yes, and I didn't like it.
Me: Is "Bottom Britches" bad?
Creide: Yes!
Me: What does "Bottom Britches" mean?
Creide: It means that I don't like you and your a meaner (The word "meaner" has be classified as a bad word in our house by Creide as well).
Me: Okay.

Moral of the story.... Don't call someone "Bottom Britches".

Bumper Stickers: Use With Caution

I was actually taking my oldest to track practice the other day when I saw a bumper sticker. You know the kind... it was a political bumper sticker.... and let's just say the other driver and I did not see eye-to-eye on who we should vote for. Immediately thoughts popped into my head like, "How can people really want to vote for that person?" (I have shared on here before that I actually do follow politics closely so I get a wee bit passionate about the subject.) I actually felt my blood pressure raise up a few notches as a result. So then I did what every person does when they are in this situation... I passed the guy to see if I knew him or not.

Later on as I was driving home I saw more bumper stickers. I saw another political one.... this time it was representing someone that I wouldn't mind voting for. What popped into my head? "Wow, I bet that is a really cool person!"

Then I saw another bumper sticker. I have no idea what this one said because the writing was so small that you would have to get out a magnifying glass to read it. Honestly, if you are designing a bumper sticker wouldn't you go through some quality testing? Like put it on a car and back up 15 feet to see if you can actually read it? Personally, I do not like people that close to my backside to read a bumper sticker with microscopic writing.

Then there are the bumper stickers that are written in some kind of code that 99% of the population doesn't understand. I know this is most likely done intentionally for the 1% who do understand it but it still provides a degree of irritation for those of us who don't.

Then there are the ones that are totally inappropriate. Like I want my children reading things or seeing inappropriate pictures while we are driving. Like the little boy peeing on everything. Do boys really need any encouragement in that area? I have three little ones and one big one so I feel qualified in answering this - No! They don't!

So, as I continued to ponder all of the bumper stickers I had read on my drive I couldn't help but to have a little more respect for the bumper sticker. It was responsible for bringing out many emotions in me.

First there was irritation from the bumper sticker of the guy who doesn't have the same voting views as I do. Then there was the joy from the bumper sticker who I did agree in voting for. Then there is the irritation I felt when I couldn't read the micro-bumper sticker and the inferiority I felt when I couldn't crack the "code" of the secret hand shake club. Then there was the irritation of the inappropriate bumper stickers giving my boys all kinds of new ideas there. Wow! You really have to be careful before you decide on a bumper sticker now don't you!

As for me, you might ask..... Well, I am bumper sticker free. I am just not ready for the bumper sticker commitment. But if I were to choose a bumper sticker, these are a few ideas I came up with....

Source: freewebs.com via Sabrina on Pinterest

This one I thought was hilarious! Yes, we homeschool our children and the #1 criticism we get for homeschooling our children (even though we never really ask these people their opinion - they just offer it up freely) is that they will be "unsocialized" or that that they "won't know the world". Just one point I would like to make here, talk to my children before you label them as "unsocialized". They can carry on a thoughtful conversation with anyone at any time. But this for a whole other blog :-).

Source: cafepress.com via Jennifer on Pinterest

This would be in honor of all of the marathon runners in our life and the 26.2 bumper stickers they proudly sport. I have a deep respect for you all but I am just not there. :-)

Source: goodknits.com via Art,LikeBread on Pinterest

I coudn't resist this one :-)



So, what's on your bumper?

Friday's Funny of the Day

This morning Creide reported that he had a bad dream last night. When J asked him what his dream was about he said...

Daddy, it was about werewolves, lions, and kangaroos. And those kangaroos were wild!!!


I hope you all have a very blessed Friday and a great weekend!

{Funny of the Day}

This is another {Funny of the Day} brought to you by my little Creide. At 4 he is constantly cracking us up. So here it is...

Creide: My brain is having hiccups.

Me: ??????

Seriously, what do you say to that? And the deeper question - has this been my problem all along and it finally took a 4 year old to identify it? Very interesting. 

Funny of the Day

It's me again! Sorry for the lack of contact - in response to the question one of my friends always asks me when I go underground - no, I have not been abducted by aliens. I am still just trying to figure out how to do this recover from cancer with four kids thing... Just when I think I am starting to get some stuff figured out something rocks the Gressman boat and I feel like I have to start over. I am not complaining (or meaning to sound "complainy") it has just been a process.

Anywhoo... I do have a funny of the day for you that I could not resist sharing. It is actually from my 6 year old. He is my quiet one and most like his daddy. Thoughtful, sweet, and definitely a protector. Yep, sounds just like my hubs through and through. 

He wants to be a soldier when he grows up and he loves policemen, although when he sees them in public he gets really shy. We were in a nearby town a few months back eating at a Subway and a couple of them came in to eat as well. He stared at them for the longest time and finally my hubby took him over there to introduce him. They ended up letting him sit in both of their cars and run the lights and all. They did draw the line when he started asking about their shotgun that was installed in the front seat. He actually asked them if it was their rocket launcher. LOL. It was a cool experience for him nonetheless. 

He is amazing with his baby sister. I know I have shared the story of when she was born and he said, "I am her 'tector." He will stop in his tracks to help her in some way. The other day I heard him say to his little brother, "We don't let Kearyn (baby sister) cry. Whatever she wants - give it to her." Lord have mercy. 

Anyway, for this "funny of the day" I have to share my secret shame. I have a slight obsession with shows like Forensic Files, Cold Cases, etc. In fact, if God wouldn't have called me to be a wife and a mother that is probably what I would be doing but I like where He put me instead. 

So, I was watching an all new type of forensics show that I found on Netflix (yay me!). My 6 year old came in at the end and heard that the bad man was sentenced to 100 years in prison. My boy's eyes got wide and he said, "100 years, wow mom, that is a long time. Will he even live that long?" I explained the situation and said no, that he would just serve the remainder of his life in prison. He said, "Well, do they feed them or do they starve." I said no, they feed them. He said, "Do they feed them broccoli?" I couldn't help but to laugh at that one. In a 6 year old's mind there is not greater punishment than going to jail AND having to eat broccoli.

Happy Friday!

Andrea

Lesson of Today: Keep Your Sense of Humor and God Will Provide [Even Toilet Paper]

I could not help but to blog about this today. It was just one of those moments. Let me explain...

So, Jason and I were having some prayer time this morning. This is always a struggle in our house. Mainly it is the baby who does not like that she cannot have access to everyone she wants to have access to. Her brothers do a great job of trying to distract her long enough for us to get through this process but you still get the occasional door knock with a little 19-month-old girl on the other side saying, "Ma-ma, Da-da, Ma-ma, Da-da..... Da-da-da-da-da-da.....Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma..." you get the point.

Anyway, we were pressing on trying to focus regardless of the distractions and then it comes to our quiet time..... The house was actually relatively quiet and it was very refreshing. Then I hear screaming. I am trying to make out the words of our four year old and I finally hear...."Somebody help me please... I need toilet paper!" What do you do with that? I mean really?!!?

So, I do what a lot of Christians do in that moment and take away the lesson that God is providing.... My lesson.... always keep your sense of humor and God will always provide for you... even if it is toilet paper.

Wherever you are today I hope that you too are able to keep your sense of humor... and that you have toilet paper too.

Have a great day!

Andrea

Trip to Ouray... {Creide}

We took advantage of Jason's day off this week by taking a quick trip to Ouray. This time we didn't swim - instead just checked out a couple of the shops and treated the boys to ice cream. It was a great time - perfect wheather and very relaxing. I was able to get these pictures of Creide - our third son. He is definitely "all boy" and when I found the boy banner hanging on the side of a building I couldn't help but to get a picture of it as I thought of him. Whether he is playing guns with his brothers, hanging upside down, trying on silly hats, or giving me that Creidey-bear smile - he just makes me happy. He is so darn funny too! I am always in stitches when he is around and he is only 3!

Okay, so I haven't shared a "funny of the day" recently so here is one for you.... Creide is a bean poll just like his oldest brother. But don't let the fool you - he can put away a half a pizza without batting and eye. He held the pancake eatting record at 9 pancakes before Cale was so embarrassed that his baby brother could eat more than he could that one day he ate 11 (giving himself 1 extra for a cushion just in case). Just to clarify- we don't sit around encouraging our boys to have eating contest. I am assuming that this must be a boy thing because I am certain my friends and I never sat around having eating contests.

Anyway, Creide - just like Cale use to - can rarely make it through the night without having to get something to eat. And we aren't talking the "I just don't want to go back to bed" kind of hungry - we are talking full blown "Mom, I am going to starve to death" kind of hungry. So, a couple of nights ago he wakes me up STARVING. So, I am getting him whatever he said he wanted and he says, "Mom, you have to hurry really bad." I asked him why. "He says because if you don't hurry I am going to starve to death and God does't want me to die!" Like I said, he always keeps us in stitches.
I love this boy.

Chemo #11....Plus a Funny of the Day

So, I am laying here (literally) after having my 11th treatment today. I feel quite haggard to be very honest with you. After coming home I ended up sleeping for several hours. Then when I woke up I was so weak that I could barely lift my arms and legs. I also started suffering from nausea and acid reflux that makes all my pregnancies look like a picnic at the park.

I took all my medication - one to cover one symptom and then others to cover the side-effects of that pill and that goes on and on it seems. Prior to this I rarely took pills of any kind - even a Tylenol for a headache. Look at me now! Soon it will be over and the pills will hopefully be gone for good.

The next 3 days will be rough. I get my immunity booster shot tomorrow and it will take me out for at least 24 hours. Sunday or Monday I should be feeling better (hopefully).

This is my 2nd to the last one. So close to the end. I am so determined to get this done and over with. I want my life back.  :-)

Thanks for all your prayers and support.

Blessings!
Andrea

P.S. Okay, I have a "Funny of the Day" for you..... My 11-year-old is a book-aholic. He reads every minute that he can. So, we were going to the store recently to get diapers and other things to prepare for my down week and my son asks, "Can I take my book in and read while we are walking around?" Yes, he was dead serious and for those of you who know him I am sure you are not surprised. I got such a kick out of this.

Funny of The Day

So, I don't know exactly what Jason and I were doing to start this little event.... I think we were playfully deciding upon who was going to change a diaper or something because the wet wipe package was actually involved. He tossed it up in the air and it actually hit our ceiling fan and then went flying right by my head. Jason howled with laughter. I immediately went into mom mode...."Jason, what would have happened if that would have poked my eye out?" (Imagine hands on hips giving him my best mom look....) Without skipping a beat he said......"I wouldn't have laughed quite so hard...."

What do you say to that?

You gotta love him! :-)

Funny of The Day

So, it has been a while since I have posted a funny of the day. It isn't like they haven't been happening.... are you kidding we are the Gressman's.... something is always happening around our house. Usually Creide is the  one generating all of the funnies lately. Cale being 11...excuse me...almost 12....is far too cool to do anything that anyone could possible laugh at him for. It is like living with a professor....Beuller...Beuller... Okay, so I couldn't resist.

(Sorry for the poor picture quality but this was the only one I could find that had the entire scene but wasn't ridiculously long either.)

I know, I know, it is so mean of me to tease my 11 year old...I mean almost 12 year old like that but if I can't get a little enjoyment out of these "pre-teen" years then what's the point?

Anyway, Ky is like his dad....only wants to talk about "Vivor Man" - aka "Survivor Man" or "Man vs. Wild" and then he makes these things out of objects he finds around the house, around the yard, really anywhere. I am constantly finding these little spears all over - basically a stick with something taped to the end of it - like a fork, or some other sharp object that he shouldn't be playing with. Yesterday he was carting around this homemade bow and arrow. I didn't think anything of it until Jason said, "Uh, that works." What do you mean it works? How does my 5 year old know how to make a bow and arrow that works!....... Jason!!!!

I do always just want to ask Ky if he really gets lost in the wilderness if he would actually have tape with him but then he would just give me one of those looks with those big blue eyes. You know the one that says, "Silly Mom, whatever are you talking about....of course I would have duct tape...who doesn't have duct tape," and then you, as the adult, feel totally ridiculous for even brining it up. Maybe that only happens in my household.

This is pretty much the look I would get. 

Followed by this look....

....as he casually takes a drink to rub in my silliness for asking such questions.

Anyway, back to the funny of the day....

Creide was telling me that he felt his cat needed a change. The conversation went something like this....

Creide: "Mom, I think my cat needs a change."

Mom: "Oh really, what kind of change would that be?"

Creide: "Well, I think she needs to be more boy-like."

Mom: "But she is a girl."

Creide: "Yeah, but I want her to be a boy."

Mom (realizing the boy vs. girl argument was pointless with a 3 year old at this point): "So, how are you going to make Piper (the cat) more 'boy-like'?"

Creide: "I am going to paint her green. Green is a boy color." 

Mom: "But cats don't like to be painted green."

Creide: "She does."

Don't worry - we stopped him before he could actually paint the cat green. ***No animals were hurt in the making of this blog.***

A Mom's Worst Nightmare

I was browsing through some pictures recently for an article I am working on and I ran across this one. I literally cringed when I read it. This is definitely a mom's worst nightmare.

Another Song Close to My Heart..........MADAGASCAR 2 'BIG AND CHUNKY' VIDEO WITH LYRICS

This is a song that I have been meaning to share with you for a while as it is one that we often sing around our house. I finally just had to do it because randomly Ky broke out in song only he sings the line as "I like them FUNKY". It is so darn cute! For all of you who know Ky and his big blue eyes, imagine him singing "I like them big, I like them round, I like them funky....." and doing a little dance all the while. If that doesn't make you laugh, I don't know what will.

Day 16: Post Surgery...(Lots of Funny of the Day's)

I had surgery today. When I went to the hospital to check in I felt so incredibly blessed once again. My friend Shayna, who lives in Denver, sent some ginger drops (to help with my nausea) with her mom to give to me. Her mom works in admissions and she happened to be the one to check me in. She gets up for a minute and brings back this bag for me. I was just so overwhelmed that so many people are thinking and praying for me!

Surgery went just fine today. I am not in much pain at all and I am glad for that. I felt like I knew 90% of the hospital staff that took care of me today so that was neat. It is like one big happy family. I met some new people too. One of my nurses heard my husband was a youth pastor and asked what church he was with. When I told her she got all excited and said that she and her husband were just talking about trying Grace. Again, it was so neat to see God orchestrating all of this. Maybe my personal invitation will be another reason to give Grace a try.

Another one of my nurses said she had visited Grace before and had really enjoyed it and when I was leaving she said she might stop back by again. She also said she would be praying for me. :-) God is so good!

I had told Jason a few days back that I felt like God was placing so many new people in my life to share God's love with and today was no exception.

There have been so many funny things that have happened lately, I have been forgetting to share. Here are a few:

1.) I took each of the little boys in with me to my doctor's appointments yesterday, one on the way and one leaving, so that they could see where mom was going when she had her appointments. Basically so they would know that I was in good hands and that they didn't need to be scared. Well, they have a water machine there and Creide wanted a drink. Of course it did that bubble thing and he says, "It's going to eat me!"

2.) Today Creide comes in carrying his cat and said, "She's under arrest."

3.) After my surgery today my surgeon comes into my recovery room to check on me and he has something in his hand. I said, "Is that ice cream?" He kind of dropped his head and said, "No, it's pudding." He then goes on to say, "You weren't suppose to see that." You see, I had not had anything to eat since midnight last night and it was now 3:30pm.

4.) Creide asked me if he could have one of my Ginger Ale's. I said no because I was saving those for when my tummy was messed up. He said, "Mom, I have a dollar here with your name on it if you will give me one." He reaches in his little pocket and pulls out a dollar! It was so funny.

5.) I am in surgery today and of course I am just laying there. They must have thought I was asleep because they started talking about lunch. Of course I can't leave this one alone so I pipe up, "Are you seriously going to talk about food right now when I haven't eaten for hours."

6.) As they were preparing me for surgery I instructed them that I did not want to hear anyone say "oops" or make any references to the "five second rule" while I was in there. They said they did not have the "five second rule" in surgery only a "two second rule." That made me feel so much better. 

Baking Disasters

I have email subscriptions to a couple of different sites that send me daily recipes. Today, being that it is the big V-day, the recipes featured sweet treats that you can bake for your loved ones. When I saw this cake, it brought a total flashback of the ONE and ONLY time Jason TRIED to bake a cake for me. He is probably not going to be happy that I shared this with you but it is so funny I just couldn't resist.

Our first Valentine's Day together I decided to make Jason a Pineapple Upside Down Cake (his favorite at the time) and of course, it was in a heart shape. (Yes, I know...the heart shape may have been a bit much but it was very good and he married me anyway, so no harm done right?)

Being that I set the bar pretty high with my stunning cake creation he was feeling the pressure. It is notable at this time to mention that Jason is a phenomenal cook.... baker.....not so much. In actuality, before this event, he had never baked anything in his life.

So, my birthday roles around and feeling the pressure he decides to bake a cake for me. Really, how hard can it be, he tells himself. Well, he started out strong, mixed everything accordingly, poured it up in a pan, and put it in the oven. He checked it at 30 minutes and it wasn't done. He checked it at 45 minutes and it still wasn't done. Finally, he calls me in at the hour mark and it still wasn't done. I instantly noticed the issue. Instead of pouring it into two 8-inch rounds he poured it all into ONE 8-inch round. It had risen about two inches above the pan on the outside but was completely gooey in the middle. Actually, gooey doesn't really describe it- it was still liquid form to be honest.

Sadly, that was the last time that Jason ever tried to bake for me. :-(

This is a picture of what the cake looked like in Jason's mind. I don't have a picture of the ACTUAL cake as I was not allowed to document the casualty. 

If you would like the recipe to this lovely cake to bake for your sweety, select the link below. Just make sure you read what the pan specifications very carefully. :-) 

Double Chocolate Cake Recipe

If you would like to share your baking disasters feel free to email me at andreagressman@gmail.com and I just may feature your story on my next "Baking Disaster" post. 

Day 11: Why?

First of all, I just have to say what a wonderful day I had today. I was a little rough around the edges when I woke up this morning but after eating a bean tostada with avocado that my husband so lovingly prepared for me I was on the road to feeling better. (Don't ask me why the tostada for breakfast. It just sounded good!)

We (and as we, I mean mostly Jason) prepared all 6 of us for the potluck we had today. It was something that God placed on my heart a week or so ago that we needed to do. Several people told me that it was okay if I didn't feel up to going but I really wanted to do this. I have no idea what the future will bring or how many "good" days I will have over the next 4-6 months. God was faithful and gave me the energy to go and boy did I have a good time! I seriously thought there would be 5 people there. Jason told me, "No, at least 7." It was just so great to see everyone and visit.

The food was amazing, you have to love potlucks. It is like taking the best of everyone's household and combining it for all to enjoy. The only request that I had going into the lunch was that my grandma make me potato soup and cornbread. I remember as a little girl that ALWAYS made me feel better and so when she brought it, I was thrilled. :-)

Anyway, it was just a great time of fellowship with friends and family. I missed all that couldn't come but please don't feel bad. I know you all have lives out there and I don't expect for you to stop everything just for me.

One of the great things today was the encouragement that I received for writing on this very blog. Thank you so much for even reading this thing. It is so humbling to me that God has chosen to use me in this way in the first place. There are several reasons why I have chosen to blog and I wanted to share those with you as it seems to be a consistent question posed to me lately.

1.) When I was in 2nd grade I felt the call to be a writer for the first time, which I ignored. I was what you called a "closet writer" for years where I wrote but no one knew about it. It wasn't until the last few years of my life that God has really made me step out of my box when it comes to my writing. This is not necessarily easy for me. I am an immensely private person (I know hard to believe by some) but this is truly me just being obedient to God. The rest is up to Him.

2.) When this all started I didn't have a clue what the future would hold and to be honest, I still don't. I feel a great deal of peace from God about the situation but only God truly knows. Each of our days are numbered. In the midst of this trial I looked at my children ages 11, 5, 3 and 8 months and it scared me greatly to think that they might not know how much their mother loved them or know me at all for that fact. I know Jason would do all that he could to keep my memory alive in them but I also wanted to contribute to that as much as I possibly could. I wanted them to know that even in the hardest of times I turned to God for my strength. I wanted them to know that in my weakest moments I fought as hard as I possibly could to stay here as long as could for them. I wanted them to hear in my own words what a wonderful husband and father their daddy is. Above all else, I wanted them to know how much I love God and how much I love them. If this blog could even play a small part in that then I was going to do it.

3.) God has faithfully put people in my life at every turn of the road to lift me up and help me through the tough times in my life. If God uses this blog to help even 1 person, then it is worth it to me.

Anyway, for those of you wondering why I am doing this, there you go. I hope you all continue to enjoy reading as long as I can continue to write!

Finally, I had a special request to continue the "Funny of the Day" that I was posting. I will give it my best shot. :-) Today there were several very funny things that happened. It is so hard to pick from them all because I just felt like I laughed and laughed. Here are a couple. You can decide for yourself if you think they are funny or not.

Our 5 year old is quite the "gamer". He can't read yet but he can master nearly any game you can put in front of him. As he is playing one of his many games on the way into town today, all the sudden we here him say, "Holy Dude!" Jason and I look at each other and I asked Jason, "Did his just say Holy Dude?" Jason: "Why yes, yes he did."

While visiting with some dear friends of ours we began to talk about my treatment. The man (I am not going to mention any names here for confidentiality purposes) asked me how soon they expected the mass in my neck to go away. I told him: "Oh, well it has already gone down quite a bit with just the first treatment, see here," and I pulled back my hair for him to see my neck.

"WOW!!! Look at that!!!!" he gasped. Evidently I had a third eye growing out of my neck previously and was totally unaware of it!

We all had a very good laugh. :-)

Okay all, I am off to bed. It is way past my new bedtime of 8:30pm. (I know, I am a lightweight anymore.)
Thanks to all who blessed me so much today with the fun and laughs.

Love you all!
Andrea

Funny of the Day....

I haven't posted a "funny of the day" from one of my kids in a while. This one I just couldn't resist.

Creide, my 3 year old, was taking his before bed bath. I hear him get out, which is unusual because he usually screams for me at this point. Then he comes running as fast as he can into the kitchen. He gets a chair and climbs up onto it to where we keep our fruit snacks.

In the meantime, he doesn't know that I am in the next room. I say, "Creide, you don't need another fruit snack today."

(Insert deer in headlights look here.)

"Mom," he says sweetly, "I was just going to put one in my pants pocket......"

"Creide...." I chuckle, "you're not wearing any pants."

(Insert Creide's cute little smile here. For those of you who know him know which one I am talking about.)