This weekend my Husband and I had the chance to participate in Little Big Town’s Race for Cure.  The annual motorcycle ride to raise money for cancer research.  We had a blast.  We were fortunate enough to have VIP passes so we were able to mingle with the stars.  There were several new comers there along with Lonestar, Little Big Town and Darryl Worley.  Darryl is the most down to earth guy, he rode a beautiful bike.

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There were probably close to 600 hundred bikes participating then at the end of the ride we were treated to lunch, and a concert by all the artist involved. 

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 This was a great thing for a great cause that I hold dearly to my heart.  Cancer kills so many people every year and personnally there are two of my family members that are or have been fighting the disease for some time.  I couldn’t possibly pass up this chance to help with such a worthy cause.

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Today I am all healed up and ready to go.  After having possibly the worst month of my life, I came to the realization that it isn’t that bad.  Looking at what has happened in China and Burma, it saddens me deeply to see all those people in dispare.  I don’t think that I could stand there and watch them pull children from that school in China.  My pain is nothing compared to those who lost their only child or both parents.  The saddest part is that I heard another storm is heading toward Burma.

And all this time I have been complaining about a fractured jaw and the kidney stones that followed.  I usually keep my thoughts on the world to myself, because I grew up in the type of family were there are two things you don’t discuss and they were politics and religion, it was just rude.  But of course we went to church in our Sunday best with shiny shoes on and we always had on a hat. 

I miss those days….  Those were the times when I didn’t realize that there was so much difference and hate in the world.  I was just a small southern girl, who got all dressed up.

Well the old saying “What Doesn’t Kill Us, Makes Us Stronger” must apply to me.

I finally got to go riding on my Harley, the Hubby, and the youngest rode his bike and I was on mine.  It was lovely.  I had a wonderful time.

UNTIL……

Pulling out at the end of the road my mother lives on is tricky in car, nonetheless on a motorcycle.  So knowing the pain that it is to get out right there I paniced.  Let’s just say that I am not proud that I had my first ambulance ride.  Well you guessed it, I wrecked.  I cracked my jaw bone and got alot of bumps and bruises.  

But never fear, a little thing like death isn’t going to scare me off of my bike… oh.. no..  I am ready to go again.  And as soon as I get my bike back (it has $4,500 worth of damage) I will be back on the road.   YEEE HAWWWW…..

I finally got my results back and thank goodness they came back with no cancer.  I have to go get checked in 6 months.  I am relieved to say the least.  ahhhhhh

As soon as I think life is good and God is back on my side, it just gets blown out of the water.

Like many people I have moles.  Some of them I have had since birth.  There are two that I know I have had since birth, the one on my forehead (my beauty mark) and one my left shoulder.  I have never had any issues with these and most of the time forget that their even there.

Well, not anymore……  Monday the one on my forehead started to ooz by itself nothing was done to  inflict the oozing.  SO after my overly cautious husband insisted I call the doctor to have it looked at.  Apparently moles aren’t suppose to do this.

 So yesterday I go to the dermatologist and he looks at it, then looks down at my shoulder (I had on a tank top) and asked me about that one.  Five minutes later he has a razor blade in his hand and he is removing both moles.  By now I’m freakin’, he tells me that although it is very unlikely (yeah right he doesn’t have my luck) it could be, yes here it comes, the word no one likes to hear CANCER.  Now I’m really freaked, not only because of what he just said to me but because I know that I have a high risk of getting cancer because my mother fought various kinds of skin cancer for years. 

 Anywho it will be a week before the answer comes back.  So until then lets just double the prozac to keep from having a complete nervous breakdown.

This week as sucked and its just now half way over. 

Let’s start by saying that I have had a tooth ache for awhile now.  But I am one of those people who would rather have a hot poker shoved her @$$ than go to the dentist.  Well the pain got bad enough that I knew I needed to go.  So I called and they had an open appointment that day (of course they would).  I knew it was a wisdom tooth, it has been there for a long time and always bothered me.  So after x-rays he tells me it needs to come out… and the tooth in front of it has to go also.  Apparently, the wisdom tooth was putting so much pressue on the other tooth that it caused the tooth to break on the bottom by my gum line.  Needless to say I was not a happy camper, but I took it in my grand as always fashion (I called the husband and wined like a baby). 

As of today I am two teeth shorter with a swollen face.  What a grand week.

I was having the most awlful day yesterday, until about 2 o’clock when my cell phone rang and it was my Tween’s english teacher.  Like most parents my first thought was oh great what did she do.  The teacher goes on to say that she called to let me know about an incident that happend that morning (again I am thinking oh great, my kid… means big mouth and doesn’t know when to shut up).  Anyway….

The teacher them apologizes for the incident, yet I am still unaware as to what the incident was.  She finally tells me this story….

We have been the “Bridges to Terabethia” (I am the worse speller), and we finally finished so as a reward we were going to watch the movie.  She borrowed someone elses laptop at the school and got it hooked up to the TV (any one heard of a DVD player).  She pressed the media player on and picture of a naked man and woman pops up. 

 By this time I am cracking up.  Knowing this teacher like I do I knew that having to call me and tell me this was horrifying for her.

She didn’t know if my Tween had seen it because she got back down quickly but she still thought it right to call all the parents. 

 Ok.. First off I have to give her a big HUG for having the (dare I say) balls to personally call the parents, especially since some parents will not react very light heartedly about.  But I say accidents happen and crap she probably knows more about it than I do.

I did ask her about it when I got home and she claims that she wasn’t in the room yet but that her friends told her about it.  Her only comment was “Mom thats gross, why would someone put a picture like that on a computer.”  

Pat on the back for Moma, I guess I have taught her something after all.

After 10 years we have had our “first” family photo done.

At least I don’t look to chubby……

I got 2 hours of sleep last night.  The husband who is overweight snored so loud last night that my oldest daughter complained this morning.  I finally woke him at 2am and told him to do something about or he would have to go.  We have gone through this before and he just doesn’t seem to understand that his weight affects more than my sleep.  Our sex life suffers, because I find him completely unattactive, and I know I should love regardless and I do.  But all I am asking is that he lose at least 10lbs.  That little amount helps with his snoring so much…..

 At least then I wouldn’t be so tired

So I decided that I wanted a Harley.  Simply because the husband has one and I am tired of riding behind him.  SO I got my happy rear a bike.  This weekend was the first attempt at trying to figure out how to ride it. 

Now I rode dirt bikes and 4-wheelers when I was a kid but remember that they had no clutch.  So in all fairness I thought I knew what I was doing.  I didn’t….

 The husband decides that the best place for me to learn the church parking lot, not the 5 acres of land that we have, it was too muddy.  Needless to say the first experience was not a good one.  I laid my brand new Harley over twice, luckily it didn’t hurt it.  But it did hurt me.   My left shoulder is very bruised and so is my elbow.  It got my hip too but my arm is the worse.  The husband found it extremly funny and couldn’t even look at me with out laughing.

Day two was different.  This time I made him take it to the land.  It was much better I only laid over once and that was because the toothless uncle had parked his bike in front of mine and I was trying to get around it.  but needless to say I did much better and had a good time.  I am determined to become a good rider.