Whats new with me?

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Well-
We had snow, My best guy and I went for a walk.
The gate is across the street from our home and in the field next to the river. Beautiful
Jack Got a haircut, boo, We went tot he museum Yeahhh.
Missi built a snowman, yippeeee.
Best funny part tomorrow is senior skip day and we told her she couldnt skip.
Teasingly, said no your going.
Andy was very convincing and I guess she was pissed.
She took her shower and left us a message for our shower night.
Senior skip or bust.
SHe is sweet smart and I love hr more every second of every day.
She earned her skip day.
BTW the letters are Jacks for his vocab growth. In the shower- hey whatever it is whatever it takes right?

My brain is inside my skull. I saw it last night during my MRI of the brain. I have had a tremor of the right hand and arm. About two months or so. the Dr being overreactive and checking for all the diseases that you would rather take the pipe than have.
MS, Parkinsons, yeah all happy words that turn your head into mush.
I dont have them, I know I dont.
I have a pinched nerve in my neck that is causing discomfort and an annoying shake that comes and goes.
I wont know anything for another month or so. I am living my life just as it should be lived until someone tells me to do different.
By the way, if you have an enemy encourage them to have an MRI, It is torturous.
Lie down on your back, ear plugs in and slide your ass inside a tiny rocket tube. Then without any rhyme or reason there is clicking, banging, buzzing, whirring, clucking.
My brain is a lil Fuc^&%&ed to begin with so I heard words coming from the machine after a few minutes- yeah
Frank frank frank frank.
Monamona mona mona mona
open up open up oopen up

I swear it was almost a nightmare. I went in for almost an hour without any kind of sedative and my mind was playing tricks with me.
I kept my eyes closed and just listened and counted the sounds and made words out of them.
My hubster is leaving town again til Friday.
His cousin karen died yesterday at 45 from breast cancer.
It is a very very sad thing for this family.
She was the funny, life of the party person and will be missed for a very long time.
We will go to her funeral on Saturday morning and truly remember a woman that made all of us better for knowing her.
Ill write again soon.
I am so grateful to have all of you as my family.
Couldnt handle a bad day like this one to hit us. I am not ready.
I love all of you every single day, every single day.
Mom, Davey, Rick, Danny, Allie, Kaleigh. I dont know if anyone else is reading along but I am forever in gratitude for you in my life.

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