Happy Birthday To YOU!

Happy Birthday Sweet Sarah Beth! I wish we were there with you to celebrate one more year! We love you!!!

29 beautifuls

happy anniversary to da best!

Merriam-Webster is my friend

I need to rant. No, not complain. That's different..It has to be. I'm going to rant. "Complain: to express grief, pain or discontent" (merriam-webster). Fine. So I am going to complain...but it will be done in a ranting mannor.

When was the last time something like that happened to me??? Hmm. Probably fall 2003. Wow. That's been a while. How could I have let it happen? I don't know. Test happen.

I'm sorely disappointed. Who would have thought that an exam where the teacher doesn't even try to make the questions clear or the exam fit the length of class time, doesn't tell you the format until the night before, and doesn't even clue you in on what it covers until two days before would have made such a horrible ("extremely bad or unpleasant" M-W) experience for me. I'm disappointed (i.e to fail to meet [my] expecations or [what I'd] hoped for (again, M-W).

Actually, I think I'm in shock ("a sudden or violent mental or emotional disturbance" M-W). I felt like I was adequately prepared (ooo, isn't that the worse) . I might have been able to do a little more (studying that is. I still don't know if I would have had the right amount of time), but isn't there always room for more?!?!! I mean, we could all do more if we wanted to, but who wants to die young?

Ok. Maybe I'm over-exaggerating (excessively enlarging or increasing especially beyond the normal) a little. And maybe I am getting some relief from being so demonstrative and just letting myself be very transparent right now. So what.

Haha. I have to laugh at myself, though, because I'm perplexed ("unable to grasp something clearly or to think logically and decisively about something") over my current situation. I'm perplexed and sitting all alone. Now, that's somewhere you don't want to find yourself ("your normal, healthy, or sane condition or self"...now, who even told Merriam-Webster that you define self that way...I don't know about you guys, but "yourself" for me is HEY! what I am right now ; )

And while I'm off "ranting" (defined the way I want to use it right now), the thought hits me "how often do I use words that I don't even know what they mean??" I think it happens more often than I'd like. Gra. RANT! haha (I would use the word "complain" there..but it doesn't have the same effects even though it matches my feelings ("unreasoned opinion or belief." m-w) more closely).

*sigh* I give up. I think I've had my therapy for the day.
L-

Let's get this straight.

Number one- that last video was disturbing.
Number two(haha...)- One of the previous posts that had a crazy picture of some crazy cheerleader girl (who very oddly looks just like me) was not posted by me!
It was that woman who lives in this house.
Number 3-Mom enjoys posting things on here that are said to be posted by someone else.
Number 4- I just remembered the name/password that I had to type in to get on here.
Number 5- I needed to make that clear.
Number 6-That's all I have to say.

Love always,
Summer

What It Is

The medical profession is really intriguing to me...first you have this crazy chest pain, then they scare the snot or something out of you by telling you that you have a positive on a stress test then they require a CT scan of your heart, then you hear NOTHING for a couple of days, then you get a large envelope in the mail with a picture of your heart and a whole lot of information one may not understand...no call from a doctor or nurse, nothing...

should I offer them a smoke?

That is why I have friends...so you can interpret what it means. I think it is truly not my heart so it must be the brain....What do you think?

RIGHT CORONARY ARTERY:The RCA is small (does this mean I have a small heart) but patent, without evidence of significant plaque branching into a large acute marginal branch and then tapering to become quite small (there they go again) in this patient with left coronary dominant system.

LEFT ANTERIOR DESCENDING: Normal, with note made of myocardial bridging over a relatively short segment distal to teh first septal perforator as an incidnetal finding.

RAMUS INTERMEDIUS: A moderate-sized ramus intermedius is present, which gives off a large diagonal branch, which also has a segment of myocardial bridging.

LEFT CIRCUMFLEX: Normal, without significant plaque

NO SIGNIFICANT CORONARY ARTERY DISEASE (hooray)

NON-CORONARY CT ANATOMY DEMONSTRATES AN INCIDENTAL SMALL HIATAL HERNIA http://youtube.com/watch?v=E2yeYabFbzU

...and it really stayed a week!!

This was the view outside our window that glorious

Friday morning.

Once we made it downstairs, we enjoyed our frosted

little world (this is our courtyard).

John, enthralled with the snowy substance.



Our quiet, peaceful neighbors.

The center of the seminary.

John decided the chapel needed a snow angel.

A cute little church in Wilmore.

John's first snow job!!

Yes, he was outside in his pajamas shoveling snow
while it continued to snow (he was way excited!).

Mmmm, yummy taste test! (I also learned the art

of sucking in a mouth-full of snow and quickly coughing

it back out..it was exciting and looked neat).

Our parking lot/drive way out.

John enjoyed his job so much he

did all our sidewalks!

We finally found some buddies (from the south, of course!) to play with us!

These guys (Brian and Melanie) had not even been

in Wilmore a week. Talk about a bonding experience.

John and I (after we had sprayed Pam on our boxes and busted

a few times) laughing at someone else crash.

A little fella getting down to business.

We moved on to much bigger and better hills!!!

Later on in the day the snow had melted off some, but

the hills were still prime for "sledding."

Waahooo!

While The Doctors Think

What are they waiting on??? EVERYBODY knows that they all saw what was in my heart yesterday when they performed the CT Scan!!! What is up with this wait??? Are they sitting around deliberating, "should we tell her or not???"

What If I Couldn't Drink The Java?

Ok, maybe I am thinking to much but I was thinking and I thought, "what would it be like if I couldn't have coffee every morning?" Do you realize how many things would change? What would I go to the kitchen for each morning...nothing. I would get up, walk up to the kitchen then turn around and come back to my room...for nothing. Then I would get dressed and return to the kitchen for ??? NOTHING! I would go to sit by the fire with nothing in hand and sit down in my chair to do nothing but fall back to sleep. I heart coffee. My heart dances when I drink it : )

Is This What is Wrong With Us?

Mom Could Be Better

Hi Guys! ouuee! Ya Know, Mom could be feeling better. She doesn't know if it is the stuff that they gave her to slow her heart beat down last night or the stuff she took for reflux but she is feeling better today! Yea! hooray! Oh and Happy Valentines day!

You've Gotta Have Heart

Testing positive on a stress test at 42 can make you think a lot about heart...singing things like, "Lord, I give You my heart" seem more personal...saying things like, "that broke my heart" becomes eye-opening. The bottom line: the life is in the blood and you have gotta have heart. You cannot live with a broken heart. Time won't heal it. Life is funny like that. Time can do nothing but be spent. But the time of friends and family and caring doctors can sometimes do what is needed to bring healing. I think that is actually called love.

So what is the root of a broken heart. Someone I adore said, 'in the end, men's hearts will fail them because of fear." OK, Al, Lisa, all of you. You tried to tell me to "fear not, laugh more, move on, do what I dream of." I have sat here in this green chair for a week and a half being tossed about by doctors, blue cross, well meaning friends with theories, five prescriptions for various drugs (which I have not filled because they are only GUESSES) and my own brain... thinking...a lot. And I think you are right. I'll take your challenge and raise you 10. Bet I can grow up and face the giants and even be nice about it.

When you have this much time to think and look around you realize many things; this floor is really dusty, the whole room is dusty, we never finished touching up the ceiling paint, we touch the wood around the mantle a lot, and what I really care about are the only things I will ever take with me. My husband and life long friend, these incredible girls and life long friends, and my life long friends.

So here I am...here we all are. let's fall in love with life again!

baton rouge

when grandmother and summer come to baton rouge, we party.

yodle yodle lay he who

it has been far too long since we have utilized this blog. i vote we try to keep each other informed from henceforth.
that would probably be easy for me to do, since i have nothing to do. oh well.

i bought summer and grandmother tickets to the gymnastics meet tonight- i'm looking forward to them coming. their arrival will help spur on my apartment cleaning. i washed two loads of laundry yesterday, i feel accomplished.

one of my friends is going on choir tour next week and she wants me to housesit/cat-sit. she told me i didn't have to if i didn't want to- but, here's the thing, she has a STEINWAY BABY GRAND PIANO in her apartment. sure i'll stay there!! i imagine myself spending hours on it, recording with it, talking sweetly to it. fun times.

well, just wanted to say hidy-ho. i love everyone.

sb