Team Mitchell & Crew

I am not dead. I will write soon. August is brutal! :)

So the pathway to "you know where" is laid with good intentions....

I had intended to do several things with my Saturday today. Mow Grass (that's just a curse for me this summer), Buy Groceries, Mason's Lodge Picnic, Attending the Fair. Not so much.

It begins.........
I woke up at 7 this morning about to burst. I waddled to the bathroom and realized "it" was happening again.

"It" has been happening for about 5 days now. The inability (read "complete blockage") of the pee to exit my body. Gross. Painful. Generally subsides in about 30 min.

I walk around for about 30 min wasting time, reading a magazine, picking up the house thinking, "maybe now I can go."

Push, Grunt, Scream. Nothing.

Hours pass. Same story. More pain. No movements. Tight stomach (not the preferred type). Writhing on the bed. Push, Grunt, Scream. Nothing.

I am about to burst and can not move. Pain in numbers - 3 to sit still (like being on a long car trip with no exits); to push, grunt, scream on the toilet it's more like an 8. Not a 10.....I have been in labor before.

We send Lainie to MIL at 11:15 and go to Urgent Treatment with Scott. I am referred from there to the Clark County Emergency Room because UTC is so behind and I am soooooo full.

Clark Co. ER at noon. I'm checked in and waddled back to my room. Dr comes in with his series of questions (I am internally drowning in fluid at this point) and he asks "who is following your pregnancy?" I hear it as "who is the father of your pregnancy?" I turn to Scott and choke - "well, he is!" I look at the doctor. I look at Scott. I look back at the very confused doctor and Scott repeats - "who is following the pregnancy...not who is the father" Oh! Pee does weird things to the brain.

So medically speaking, the doctor staff decides to drain me and then run the tests in the lab. Drain me. Hmmm.

Let's just say I would rather be drained than push, grunt and scream on the toilet any day!

400 cc's is what the normal female bladder holds. I gave Clark Co. 1200 cc's. Officially I am not crazy, just really heavy on the urine count.

After 3 hours, I leave CCER. I have no infections, but I still have the blockage with a OB/GYN appt on Monday. They gave me some things to help with the blockage...but few of you love me well enough to hear those details. Let's just say it hurts to walk, I will not be leaving the house, but I feel much better.

Let's just say marrying a man from a rival high school and then living in that rival town has been a growing experience on my personality.



Some background. I am from Maysville. Although I moved there when I was 12, from Northern KY, I consider M-ville my hometown. My grandparents are from there. All my aunts and uncles live there (minus one or two). When people have weddings in my family, it is there. The church I belong to is there. My high school reunions are there. My parents are there. My hand prints in the wet cement at the flood wall downtown from June of 94 are there. That is my hometown.



I walk into Wal Mart and either smile huggingly to greet the person I haven't seen in a while or I quickly turn down the jam and jelly aisle to avoid someone I never want to see again. Oh - quit, you do it too! Maysville is my hometown. Mason County is my high school. I am a Royals fan. I bleed blue.



Yet, I live in Winchester. Home of GRC. Cardinals play ball here and they are red. My nieces play Clark Co. sports. My nephews play Clark County sports. I own t-shirts and pull overs that are red and black and white. I even painted the 6 x 6 foot cardinal in the GRC concession stand last summer. The kids ask me to their games. I go. I am a family member and I am faithful to the family. I wear red. I cheer and clap. I sit and mingle with the locals. I am a Cardinal during the day. I feel that I do pretty good. That is, until they play Mason Co. Then all bets are off.



Well now I am raising a new generation of Royal / Cardinal fans. Lainie has t-shirts from both teams. Paraphernalia that advertises both schools. Her messages from the Cards are much louder than the chanting for the Royals simply due to distance. She's young. She has no clue that she is a Rardnal. She seems oblivious to the fact that she is a Cardyal. Ah innocence of the young.



She just likes to cheer.



So here we are. At the crossroads. She is wearing red. Lots of it and looking majorly cute in it. She loved GRC's Cheerleading Camp this week and apparently they loved her. She got hats, and pictures and frames and t-shirts all week. It was adorable. She had a ball. She gets to go on the field with the "big girls" at the Sept. 26th game against Madison Central at GRC. (Dear heavens THANK YOU that it wasn't Mason Co.) My parents are coming. Scott's fam will be there. Go get 'em my little Royadinal. Great job this week!



PS: Did anyone else notice the dog ears? Only the cool kids could talk her into that!

Yesterday it rained like crazy here. As Gayla, Jenn and I ran across the parking lot to the car at school (with cardboard boxes on our heads) I realized that my feetand legs were getting crazy wet! We were on our way to Qdoba up the street and the rain just wouldn't stop. That's when Gayla saw it. My Mitchell Favorite Things Vol III prompt.

My Golashes. My Rainboots. My oh so cute, keep your feet dry and warm, quit making fun of me cuz you know you want them too - kind a boots. And they were on another girl.

I went home that afternoon and pulled mine out of the closet just for good measure. They are black and white and have have some kind of fancy plaid pattern going on. (I am not a fashion interested person, so pardon my lackadaisical manner.)


Lainie has some too. Hers are green and have a frog face on them. She wears them with everything! Princess costumes, ballet tutus, sweats. Doesn't matter. She cried the other day because hers are getting too small. I silently cried too. I love them.

I was shopping for some today for her. Although the cheapies that I found did not come in her size, they did come in ours. They even had 11's. (Do I really need more boots?) Sha-yeah!!!

Here's the link if you want to join in on the rain boot fun! Don't be left behind!! There is nothing cuter than dry feet!


http://www.walmart.com/catalog/catalog.gsp?cat=495501

This has been the best $16 I have ever spent. One afternoon in mid June, Lainie and I both had considered going to the public pool. After we finished our errands around town, it had taken longer than I wanted it too. Ya kow, ya need a good 3 hours to make a good day at the pool and that day we had hit 1:00. Couple that with the 1 hour drive time home, we didn't want to be at the pool until Scott came home. There is something about my man with his "teacher wife" when we lay at the pool until he rolls home after a rough day at work. Fair enough. We try just try to leave by 3. (I am a genious, you can tell me later.)

Anyway, that day, it was already 1 PM and it was overcast outside. We were both disappointed. Therefore, we spent the same amount of money as a day or two at the pool and put it into our own version. It's deep enough for me to sit in and long enough for me to stick my legs out. Laiie enjoys it the most. Today she has been in there since before 1 o'clock. It's 4 now.

She lathered with sunscreen and having a ball. We are truly the lifestyle of the rich and the famous!

It's been a melacholy kind of a weekend here. Anybody else feeling it?

I mean it's summer for heaven's sake! Maybe that is why I'm feeling a little blue. I know I have to go back to work soon and I don't want too?

Scott has been working a lot lately and been away from the house. He's wrapping up SIL Vickie's total kitchen makeover the last two weekends. (I know I was totally gone one of those weekends,) but it seems he's been away for a while. Lainie and I made chocolate trip treats for him, Zach and Steve and took them to see the kitchen. Looks good for a newly painted, new floor, some cabiets in place, every large appliance drug into the living room kind of kitchen. They are making progress and that's what's important.

Maybe it's that I need payday to come desperately. I feel like I couldn't scrape up $2.00, even if I tried.

I'm just feeling lethagic. Kind of like a slug. That's so embarrassing to admit and even worse to visually imagine.....but I don't feel motivated to do much of anything. It's silly, unneccesary and ridiculous. I know, I know.