Michelle Wegner

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Silver Lining?

I haven't written about it in a while, but I have Rheumatoid Arthritis.  It really stinks.  I hate it.  So far I have not seen the "silver lining" in the cloud, or the "sunshine through the storm."  Nope.  It just really  hurts and makes me really tired.  Anyway,one of the joys that comes along with this wonderful disease is the many medications that I have to take every day to keep it under control.  One medication costs $77 a month, another $33, and yet another $2.50.  That is a whopping total of $112.50 .  Yikes. 

Rob picked up one of the medications for me from CVS, and I took it at bed time like always.  The next morning I didn't see it in the medicine cabinet, so I started wondering why I hadn't put it back in it's regular spot.  I casually looked around for it, but by around 5pm, I was close to frantic.  I emptied the medicine cabinet 3 times, looked through the junk drawer, the refrigerator, pantry, etc.  Then came the dreaded, "looking through the trash"  I was convinced this is where it was.  Everything that gets lost in our house is usually found in the trash...go figure.

So, I dug my way through a rotten tomato, dryer lint, sticky papers and wet, disgusting paper towels with who knows what on them, all the way to the bottom of the trash.  No medicine.  My head literally started pounding, I'm not sure if it was from revulsion or worry, or a combination of both. 

Rob got home.  I told him about the missing $77 medicine.  He was very kind and didn't lecture me.  He took the trash outside and proceeded to do exactly as I had done.  No medicine.  We went to the girl's meet and greet at school, out to dinner, then back home.  Still no medicine.  I looked through the junk drawers, refrigerator and medicine cabinet one more time and ....oops.  There it was....on the shelf where I always keep it.  I had forgotten that they gave me the same medicine in a different bottle. 

So what can we learn from this?  Looks can be deceiving?  Live and let go?  When Life gives you lemons make Lemonade?  Hopefully there is something clever worth learning here.  Any ideas?

BLOG PEOPLE

Blog people scare me.  Not people who blog...but BLOG PEOPLE.  Do you know what I mean?  People who are their blog and make their blog like a little pet?  The pet has a name and a personality, but it is not the person.  Over the years, the blog and the person start to look alike and it's hard to tell which came first, the chicken or the egg. 

This little animal meets other little animals and all the pets get together to play, only they are not really people, they are pet personalities playing with each other online.  Sounds like a grown up version of Webkinz...only scarier.  The pet is really alive...or is it?  I'll let you answer.

Eager to Help

I am writing an article for an online parenting magazine.  I am writing about how your child can be a great house guest at a friends house.  I called Whitney over to me and said, "What are some things you do to be a great house guest at  your friends house?"  She said, "Well, if they have a garden, I would offer to help pull the weeds, and if they had a baby, I would offer to nurse the baby for them."

nuff said.

I have great kids, don't I?

Letter to the Grocer

My dear grocery check out girl or boy...I really appreciate your friendliness, really I do.  But, when you grill me on why I am buying my desert and cleaning products and in which order I will consume them, it makes me uncomfortable.  If I wanted to tell you why I chose the toilet paper that was not on sale, I would gladly tell you.  Things like desert, windex and toilet paper are not matters I would like to discuss with a stranger.  Being that you have such a loud, friendly voice, the entire aisle 5 and 7 can hear what you are saying.  I really don't care to have my private life disclosed in such a manner.

thank you

a happily stealth shopper

God's Trick on Me

Sometimes life as a Mommy is very tiring.  When you are married to a husband and have children who NEVER run out of energy, it is even more tiring.  Today is a typical day in the life at the Wegner household.  Here's what we all did.

7:30 Belle wakes me up.  I tell her to wake Daddy up instead

7:45 I force myself up and into the shower.  Belle wants to come in the shower with me.  I tell her no.

8:00 Belle wants a bath...give her a bath

8:15 Houseguest of the day, Michael comes over

8:20 Belle's first Breakfast

8:45 Leave home for my small group

9:15 Lead most excellent small group of spiritually disciplined women

10:30  Chiropractor appointment

11:30 Pick up family to take them Horseback riding

12:00 Eat McDonalds in Car

12:30 Ride horses with family in 100degree heat for two hours...I abstain due to previous chiropractor appt.

2:00 Tractor ride with family while Rob rides off wildly in the woods with Dan

2:30 Tire swing...almost puke.

4pm Ice Cream in Caryn and Don's small...very small town

4:30 Rob gets pulled over for speeding through small town...no ticket, just a warning.  I think that is his 9th warning.  How does that happen?

5:30  PB&J Dinner

6:00 Vacation Bible School Drop off

6:30  Dinner w/Dan and Lisa

8:00 Rob picks up new exercise equipment he bought on Craig's List...Installs it in garage with Jason

8:30 VBS pick up

9:00 late night swim at Mimi's

10:00 Girls in bed

11:00 Rob is still playing RockBand

 

I am tired.  Sometimes I think God is playing a trick on me by surrounding me with people with never-ending energy.   I don't think it is funny.

Rob Wegner T-Shirts Now Available

J Aquilla is the founding member of the Rob Wegner fan club.  As far as I know, he is the only member, with the only t-shirt, but it's still flattering.  J cracks me up. 

Into The Wild

You may have seen the movie "Into The Wild".  Rob and I read the book years ago.  Well, that's us tonight.  We're going camping "Into the Wild" somewhere in the vast wilderness of Indiana.  I hope we make it out alive.  I told my doctor about this yesterday.  He laughed and said my husband should bring a stretcher for me.  Hilarious.  Pray we make it out alive.  That other guy didn't do so well.

Off To California

Rob and I are headed to California today.  You can read all about what we will be doing on his blog. 

Here are all the things we won't be doing:

 However, I guess talking about how to change the world for a week is a lot more important, and FUN anyway!

The Latest Shoe Rage in Japan

I found out not too long ago that I have rheumatoid arthritis.  It is the worst in my feet and toes.  I'm thinking I won't be buying any of these shoes any time soon.  So much for being fashionable.  I'll stick to my Crocs and Adidas for now! 

These are my favorite...What are people thinking?

Blog Problem

I seriously have a blog problem.  I spend way too much time "fiddeling" around with the settings, colors, etc.  What did I do with my time before I blogged?  Laundry?  Bills?  I just don't remember. 

A Spell Casting Skunk

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A racoon ate my garage last night.  He must have been hiding in there before we closed the garage for the night. 

I needed to get something from my car, so I stepped through the door and almost on to a mound of raccoon poop.  There were all these strange shavings laying all over the garage floor, and everything in the entire garage was torn apart.  Goodwill clothes were ripped apart laying on the ground, bikes were toppled over and tangled together, animal fur and poop EVERYWHERE.  Needless to say, I spent the next 30 minutes straightening,shoveling, scraping, and bleaching.

The whole time I am doing this Belle is saying "Why?  Why would he do this to us?"  On the verge of tears.  "Why was he so bad to us?  I thought skunks were nice!"

"It was a racoon.  He was afraid."

"But how could he do this to us?  Why was he so naughty?"

"It was a racoon."

"No, I saw the whole thing from my bedroom window.  It was a skunk and he came to cast a wicked spell on Winston."   (Our Dog)

"Really, you saw that?" 

"No, I didn't see it, but I know that is what happened."

 

I'm all for spell-casting skunks, but next time I'm hoping for a wicked step-mother or something that won't poop all over my garage.

How Femminism Began

From Housekeeping Monthly, 13 May, 1955.

• Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have be thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they get home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.
• Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.
• Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
• Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives. Run a dustcloth over the tables.
• During the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering to his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
• Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Encourage the children to be quiet.
• Be happy to see him.
• Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
• Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
• Don't greet him with complaints and problems.
• Don't complain if he's late for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through at work.
• Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or lie him down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.
• Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.
• Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.
• A good wife always knows her place.

To All the Mean People

Here are 10 things you can do so you won't be so mean anymore:

1. Go for a walk in the park
2. Take some deep breaths
3. Draw on your driveway in sidewalk chalk
4. Watch an episode of the Brady Bunch
5. Go to Dairy Queen and eat a giant hot fudge sundae
6. Jump up and down 10 times
7. Let your dog lick your face
8. Make up 10 words that rhyme with your first name
9. Hug your kids
10. Pray to Jesus

Belle's First Written Word

I have been teaching Isabelle to write her name the past few weeks.  She has had absolutely no interest in numbers or letters at all, so this sudden interest has been great.

You can see the various letters of her name on the top.

On the bottom is her first written word....M-O-M.  Rob taught her that last night, and she remembered it till this morning.

sniff, sniff....

She also told me this week that she would rather I be her Mommy than Gazelle from Enchanted.  It's been a great week for this Mommy.

You're gonna play...

You gotta pay.

This is what happens when I don't do laundry for a day.  Sigh....

Brain Break

No laundry.  No dishes.  No sweeping or mopping.  I'll catch up on that tomorrow.  I'm all about scrapbooking today.  Now that the scrapbooking supplies have made their way up the stairs and on our kitchen table, I have a feeling they'll be staying there for a while.  I need to feed my right-brained self every now and then.  It helps me.  A lot.

Mild Mannered?

Yesterday, I was on the fringes of a conversation, and I over-heard someone say, "You know...the mild-mannered, stay at home mom type."  Screech!  I couldn't believe my ears.  What on Earth would that mean?  What does that statement imply?  Moms that stay at home are mild-mannered, and those that don't stay home are not?

What does mild-mannered mean?  Am I mild mannered?  Is it because I stay at home?

Is there a "type" of mom that stays home?  I stay at home and I am not mild mannered, at least not on the inside. 

Funny how that hit me.  I know the person that said it meant no harm whatsoever by the statement.  I just can't help but wonder...

Don't Waste Your Pain

I was going to write something very serious and thoughtful about Rob's statement this past weekend about not "wasting your pain."  I found this image and couldn't go on.  It was too good not to share.  I am just wondering what the free toy inside possibly could be?

Earthquake!

I woke up at 5:00am for the 10th time last night.  I grumbled, counted backwards, did anything I could think of to fall back asleep. 

At 5:40am, my bed started shaking.  Here were my first thoughts:

1. Isabelle is jumping on my bed!  I am so mad! 
2. My bed is still shaking and there is no Isabelle
3. I remembered this story I heard about Lester Sumerall and the Devil shaking his bed, picking it up and moving it across the room.  I was really hoping it was not the Devil.
4. I am going crazy from this medicine I am on that is keeping me up all night. 

I settled on crazy until I woke Rob up who had fallen asleep on the couch downstairs and he said..."THE CRAZIEST THING HAPPENED TO ME.!"

It was a real earthquake!  I have never felt an earthquake it  my 34 years, 11 months of life! 

How cool it is to start your day off with an earthquake.  I am really glad it was not the Devil.  That would have scared me.