AND THE RESULTS ARE IN...

I started having heart palpitations about a month ago. Just every now and then.

About a week and a half ago, I started getting them a lot.

I figured it was stress. I have a lot of that going on right now too since we're looking for a new house.

Early last week, they started really getting worse.

So, when I was sick Wednesday and went to the doctor, I had her check on that too. She did an EKG which turned out normal, drew lots of blood, and sent my workup to the cardiologist.

Yesterday, I got the results from my bloodwork and as it turns out, I have hyponatremia.

I've never heard of it but it simply means, I have low blood sodium.

I know, I'm an outkast. Probably the first person my doctor has ever had to tell to eat MORE salt.

Next step is to increase the salt in my diet which will be hard to do since I don't eat a low sodium diet to begin with. Then we have to determine what's causing it.

That last step is the one I'm afraid of. It's times like this I wish I didn't have google to find out answers because some of the causes are a little scary.

For now, I'll continue with my salt shaker friend and not worry about the rest.

BEST PALS...

I've been at home sick for the last couple of days.

Nothing major so far. Just a bad cold that I can't take medicine for until I have some more tests done for another problem.

So I've been home. Mostly in my bed.

Part of the time on my couch.

I've slept. I've drank fluids. Lots of fluids.

And I've hung with my 2 best pals.


Dexter.

He's more of a pain in the butt. He's over a year old now but still thinks he's a puppy.

I'm beginning to wonder if he'll ever grow up.

But I wonder this about my kids too.

And then there's Ranger.


He's the best dog anyone could ever ask for.


I wish at times that he could talk.

I swear there are moments that I think he's about the say something.

See that last picture? Doesn't he look like he has something to say?

They've kept me company today and I've really enjoyed spending my sick day with them.

ANY WAY...

Yesterday morning I awoke and did my normal Saturday-I'm-up-way-to-early-because-a-4-year-old-little-boy-woke-me-up-way-to-early activities.

Once he was fed and the coffee was on, I curled up on the couch to watch Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice under my old, ratty blanket.

There was a wedding on PP this week and the dad gave a speech about how his little girl once told him he was her "any way" friend.

That's been on my mind ever since.

What is an "any way" friend, you ask?

It's a friend that, no matter how stupid you are, no matter what trouble you get yourself into, they are your friend any way.

I have lots of "any way" friends.

How do I know this?

Because I've been stupid and I've done stupid things.

And they're still my friends. Amazing!

But, have I BEEN an "any way" friend?

For the most part the answer is yes. Some of my friends have done some pretty stupid things but I won't mention their names but you all know who you are.

We've laughed about those stupid things, together, until our cheeks hurt.

We've learned from each others stupid mistakes.

So, do you have "any way" friends? Have you been an "any way" friend?

Are you one of my "any way" friends or am I one of yours?

LEARNING...

He's a stubborn child.

I'd say probably the most stubborn child I've ever met.

Can't imagine where he gets it from.

We got a break in the weather a few days ago and we were finally able to get the bike out that Santa brought.

The Kid has mastered everything about it except peddling.


He won't listen when I tell him how to go about doing it.

It's hard work.

You can tell by the look on his face.

It's a cute face.

If it's this difficult learning to ride a bike, I can't imagine what he's going to be like when it's time to learn to drive.

But I'm sure I'll be senile by then.

SIMPLE CURIOSITY...

On my way home from work today, I got stuck in some slow traffic.

It happens in the same places every day.

But today, at one of the spots, there was a cardboard box sitting on the side of the road.

I stared at it for a few moments.

It didn't have any markings on it.

Just a plain box.

I wondered what was in it.

There could be something of real value inside that box. It could have fallen off of someone's moving truck and had expensive jewelry inside.

It could have money inside (I don't know why money would be inside of it but just go with it).

I thought of pulling over and opening the box.

Admit it, you've seen a box on the side of the road and had the same thoughts.

Then I thought of what else could be inside that box and my mind shuddered.

It could be nasty. Something gross.

My overactive imagination ran through several scenarios of gross things that could be inside that box.

The thought of something grotesque won out over the thought of me becoming a thousand-aire (I say thousand because I doubt the box was big enough to hold a million dollars) and I drove away.

MY NEW CAR!!...

This is it.

Well, not exactly it but just like it.

It's been nasty, snowy here so I don't have a picture of mine yet.

But this is what it looks like.


It's my Sangria Red Buick LaCrosse.

Sangria Red is so appropriate.

We got a great deal and survived the car search without strangling each other to death.

My favorite feature?

It has remote start.

It's all nice and oasty toasty when I get in.

And I can mess with people walking past it. I can. It's fun.

Other than the new car, nothing new is going on.

Just work. And more work.

And Farmville. But I don't want to talk about that addiction right now.

I have crops to harvest.

WISH ME LUCK...

Please.

Because tomorrow's going to be a stressful day. As if I don't already have enough in my life.

We're going tomorrow to car shop. I say car because I want a car.

Daddeee wants an SUV.

So we're going car shopping.

The reason: my van died. It did. The services are Sunday.

So it's been a long week of commuting with 1 vehicle.

A very LOOOOOOOOOOOONG week.

To relax, we ate out tonight. Yep. Took the kids to IHOP.

Dinner was good. It would have been better if I could have understood what our waiter was saying.

The company at dinner was even better (insert sarcasm here)

The Teenager had a date tonight with his girlfriend and her mother so he was in a hurry to get home. Inhaled his pancakes in a single breath.

The Kid blurted out to everyone including the people at the restaurant next door that his action figure had boobs.

Nice.

But we're home. Survived this weather. Survived the week.

And calling a night early.

Lots of sleep, power breakfast in the morning.

Look out car salesmen, here I come!