No power!

Ok, so most people would be a little upset if they lost power for 2 hours! Nope, not me. This is what I got for having no power! Kale was unable to do his usual building in the basement, so he took Ryan outside. I enjoyed 2 hours with Julia relaxing in bed and reading a book. Folded the clothes and put them away too. But the best part was when I told Kale the power was back on. He told me to come outside and see what he did.

Pretty rocks and landscaping along the side of the house. The craziest part is that Kale actually took all of the stones from a rocky riverbed up at his parents house. He transported them 3 hours to our house, cleaned them, and stored them for months. I love it!! Ryan enjoyed "helping" dada the whole time.

July Pics & Highlights

Here are the July pictures! A few of my favorites and the snapfish link if you want to see them all!

http://www2.snapfish.com/thumbnailshare/AlbumID=232707868/a=39577534_39577534/t_=39577534

This one is for Aunt Michele!

my big girl

my sweet boy

Ryan loves to water the plants :)

what can i say?

priceless!

Nose: one week post-op

I saw Freddy today. That's what I call my nose doc, actually it's Dr. Fred Fedock. The nose looks good and feels good. I can't remember a time in my life where I was able to breathe so good! It is very swollen and a little sore, but overall not too bad. I am a little nervous about bumps returning when the swelling goes down, but praying that it's all good. Here's a few self portraits:

Surprise :)

Today my honey surprised me with a new rocker for the front porch. Yes, he did get it on sale and even used a coupon on it! But it's the one I wanted and it was worth the wait! I love it :)

Before and After and Before and After

Here are a couple of the before and after pics! I apologize for the wait and layout! I have no clue what I'm doing here.

This pic on the left is the day before my first surgery.

And below is 2 weeks after the first surgery, looking pretty good!

Here on the left is a year and a half later, just days before my second surgery. Notice the bumps on the bridge of my nose. Also can't breathe on the right side very good at all.

And the last 2 pics here are the day of surgery pics. Big difference! The first one is the more recent and the last is from the first surgery.

The Story of the Nose

It all goes back to 8th grade softball tryouts. I was having a catch with one of my best friends, Krista, when the coach called out. I looked away and before I knew it, the softball tipped off my mitt and hit my nose! Tears welled up, but I didn't cry because I really wanted to make the team. Well, I did make the team and went on to love softball, but I did break my nose. This was only the start.......



The next time I broke my nose was one night after youth group. I was at a friend's house. This time, Tommy decided to throw me into the pool. Of course I protested, kicking and screaming the whole way. I grabbed onto the fence around the pool and cut my finger! So, Tommy, seeing the blood put me down. I walked into the house, washed my finger off and suddenly felt sick! I passed out, flat on my face. I woke up to my brother's face, telling me that I broke my nose. I was like, "no, it's my finger". Someone else was putting a bandaid on my finger, another was trying to give me juice, and Tommy was apologizing profusely. I couldn't feel my face, but the nose was definitely broken, and I needed stitches on my finger! This time I had a consult with an ENT. One visit with that doc and I was never going back! Scared to death of any possible surgery!



The next time ........ My mom cut the tip of her finger while trimming the hedges. So, I had been changing her bandages for her. Well, one morning, my mom woke me up and told me to change the bandage because it got wet. I jumped out of bed, took one look and got sick! I passed out and broke my nose.......again. I cried the whole way to the hospital, not again!! This time, I also cut my nose and ended up with stitches and a scar!


The next time........oh yes, there is one more. This one is unofficial, but after 3 times, you kinda know the feeling! I was on a youth leader retreat. We were on a break and some of the guys were tossing a football in the parking lot. All I heard was "lookout", so I did. Ouch, of course it hit my nose!!!! Am I a target or what?

I must say though, it does run in the family. My mom, sister, and brother have all broken their noses at least once! So that's my story. Pictures to follow.