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I have just had nothing to say lately. Sad. Seriously. So I guess all you get now is updates.

1. Dex got a top front tooth. It is very very large.

2. Dex progressed from army crawl to veryveryfast army crawl. Has also develped the ability to pull to a standing position at the toilet and put his hands in it.

3. Riley had fleas. (Treated, hence the past tense.)

4. Riley caught TAPE WORMS from the fleas. (We were alerted to his condition when he began dragging his butt across the floors. Yum.)

5. The treatment for tape worms causes doggy diarrhea. (Luckily for us, it also stopped the butt-dragging, because the combination of those two could have been quite horrendous.)

6. My kids do not have tapeworms. (I know you were all secretly wondering about that, because of number 4. But I called the pediatrician's office. They laughed at me, and (again) thanked me for being a constant source of entertainment.)

7. Karin will be here, in my home, in a mere 5 weeks. (Our itinerary consists of 10 days of snuggling with Karin and 1 day of wedding stuff.)

8. Megan's wedding is in a mere 5 1/2 weeks and I still don't know how to work the lights I bought for the occasion.

9. Back to school sales on Ebay start in less than two weeks and I have approximately 397459287 items to prep.

10. Emma turns 5 on Tuesday.

11. Babies in a bucket of water is cute.

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Megan has commented (repeatedly) on the fact that my life is so chaotic that it should be a reality show. Where else can you get door-licking, toilet splashing, dog tapeworms, and my head exploding in 5..4..3..2..1..seconds? There could be serious money ahead for me. ("The Secret" tells me I can have it, so I am claiming it for myself. I am also going to ask for a beach vacation minus kids/hospitals/vomiting/airports. Voila! It is mine!)

sister = love

michelle (9:35:49 PM): yours is the best
nicole (9:35:48 PM): i agree
nicole (9:35:58 PM): my ideas are usually the best
michelle (9:36:24 PM): in your dreams
nicole(9:36:36 PM): wake up dude, my brain is awesome
michelle (9:36:59 PM): then why don't you ever use it
michelle (9:37:06 PM): buuuuurrrrrn
nicole (9:37:16 PM): ouch

So, I have been gone for awhile, I know. But it kinda seems like the crap-storm has been unending lately. A few days after we returned from the awful vacation, my grandmother, Meemaw, was moved to hospice care and died shortly thereafter. It was a sad and somewhat strange event because she has been sick for so long. Expected, but still startling. She had cancer for a number of years, but kept fighting back. This last round was just too much for her 72 year old body to take. I still wonder if she knew she was dying in the days before it happened, because we never discussed it. I know she was miserable, and wanted the pain to stop, but I don't know if she knew it was the end.


She was a different kind of grandparent, to be sure. She wasn't soft, or gentle, or grandmotherly in almost anyway. She was tough, spirited*, and sometimes gruff. But we never doubted that she loved us.


*Funny story: For years, Meemaw worked in the accounting department of a local printing company. The graphic artists and sales people who worked there were all young, and most thought they were pretty hot stuff. One day, for fun, one of the graphic artists thought it would be cute to pinch Meemaw on the butt as she walked by. Instead of being shocked, amused, or startled, she whipped around and punched him. In the face. With her bony little fist. Then she turned around, lit her Doral (filterless, in case you were wondering), and muttered, "Hate that shit." Grandmothers are supposed to bake cookies, not punch men in the face. I think I may have more than a little of her in me.

From the paper:

Marie Kiser

Funeral services for Marie Kiser, 72, of Smyer will be 10 a.m. Tuesday, May 29, 2007, in George Price Funeral Chapel, with David Luke of Smyer Church of Christ officiating. Burial will follow in the City of Levelland Cemetery under direction of George Price Funeral Home. She died Thursday, May 25, 2007, at Vista Care Hospice, in Lubbock.
Survivors include her husband, Harvey Kiser of Smyer; her children, Cindy Massingill, Vivian Abney, Kathy Davis, and Danny Kiser, all of Lubbock; two sisters, Barbara Cooper of Lubbock and Martha Brewer of Delhi, La.; a brother, Bill Dyson of Midland; five grandchildren; and three great grandchildren.
The family suggests that memorials be made to the Lubbock Childrens Home.