Life with my sister

"How does my turkey look?" We had a wonderful Thanksgiving at my Aunt Babs house in Memphis. It was Henry's first Thanksgiving. Last year I sat in my chair in my den, wearing pajamas, and Randall brought me food on a TV tray that my dear mother-in-law had brought to us. I was on bed rest, days away from meeting my baby boy for the first time. So crazy to think that sweet baby is already a big ole turkey boy on our hip! Spending the holiday with my fraternal side of the family was so much fun. Our cousin Hollye is more like a sister to us than a cousin. We are a tight little group. She and I carved the fried turkey and insisted that a photo be taken with the best cut of meat being placed on the platter. I love being with people wired like me. It is so nice to not have to explain yourself, excuse yourself or hide yourself with the ole kin folk...I love that! I am so thankful for a healthy, happy, active and handsome little boy who lets me dress him up in crazy outfits fo...

I miss the thrill of the deal, the rush to get to the stores, the occasional push in the rear from some rude non English speaking woman at Walmart with her shopping cart because she is trying to beat me to the toy section, and the long lines snaked around Kohl's that make my arms go numb because I failed to get that little cart, all before the light of day as I sit in my "lounge chair" (as the nurse refers to it at the hospital) on this Black Friday suffering from... sciatic nerve pain that is about to eat my lunch! Miserable doesn't describe it. My poor husband deserves a medal. I am not only confined to the house, but he is too because I cannot be left alone. I cannot take a shower alone, get to the bed alone, and often get stuck in mid step on the way back from the bathroom. Glorious times. Thank goodness for a computer chair with wheels. It has become a makeshift wheelchair when on the tile and laminate floors. It is times like these I wished we lived closer to ...