Team Meyer

Okay, as if I needed any reminders.... I'm not as young as I used to be. Surgery was not fun. Hard to convince myself I really needed it when I felt great just before. Well, maybe not great. Tired, but fine. And then afterwards, eeek. It's been a miserable few days. Kenny is fretting, but things are slowly getting better. Mom and Dad stayed until Sunday. Mindy sent pizza. Missy ran the kids. Thanks to Sue for the flowers and Donna and Lisa for the cards & gifts. I'm on the mend now, hobbling around, but off the pain meds. Hoping to go into work for a couple of hours tomorrow, if all goes well. Thanks for the prayers.

Baseball. Ahhh....the crack of the bat, the dust flying from mitts, the voices in the dugout, "Humbabe...atta kid, get a stick, drive one somewhere, let's go Black Jack, Zach Attack, feet, feet, keep your nose on it, let's go 2-1." There's nothing better. Here are the Cubs playing for 3rd in the Yakima Tournament. If not for one call, they'd have been playing in the championship game. They lost this one, a squeaker. Now, as far as prayer... Okay, I must be doing it all wrong. I mean, I get that thing about God's will. Really, I do. And I do believe it's best for me. Except that horrid little voice in my head. It says, "But, wwwwhhhyyyy can't it go MY way, just sometimes?" And I try. I really Try. (See the capital T?) But, as we know, trying and doing are not the same thing. I struggle a lot. I'm a self-confessed control-freak. And yes. In my more irrational moments, I really DO believe I know better than God. Read that again. Do ...

I'm over myself. Really. Zach's team won by 8 in Yakima today. The puppy didn't throw up in the car. Kenny PASSED the writing section of the WASL. I'm going to bed before anything blows up.

Yeah, if you’re not in the mood for a pity party, just hit “next blog” right now. I’m worn out. Sick. Sick and tired. And sick and tired of being sick and tired. Dave used to tell me, “You’ve gotta save your strength, Shell. All this will go away. Probably right when you really need it. You’ll be left holding the bag, Shell. And you’ve gotta find a way to do it.” As many times as I wished I could take on his battle, as many times I wished it was me. That many times he told me that I had it far worse. That he was scared for me. Not him. Me. Not our kids. Me. Getting the picture this is a selfish post? Yeah. I don’t think I’ve ever typed the word “me” so many times. I never really believed that I got the short end of the stick. I had Dave after all. How much more could I ask for? Today. I believe it. Short end of the stick. Holding the bag. And guess what’s in the bag? Puppy shit. Yeah, that’s my own fault, too. I guess it occasionally catches up ...

Sorry for the delay in posting. Good to hear from you, Sara! You're the one that got us started on this puppy road! Hugs to you and the girls. Went to Lewiston this week for Zach's baseball tournament. They played great, two great games, but couldn't pull off a win. The third game they got blown out. Then the fourth game they played the Bruins, an upper level legion team from Walla Walla...and they beat them! Hooray! We took the puppy, but she had to spend the night at the vets before we could, because she got into the cat food and made herself soooo sick. Thursday, I took Zach & Sam back to WW for driver's ed, and picked up Kenny & Luke. Took the puppy to the vet, and went back to Lewiston. Mindy took Amy & Kate to Cinderella and for pedicures. Then Friday, Alazar took Zach and Sam to driver's ed and back. Then Mindy brought the girls and the puppy. Whew! All together, all happy right? Wrong. I got sick Saturday night. Threw ...

thy name is: Geyer's Baby Koda Bear Sorry...she's a girl. We call her Koda and she's a German Shepherd. She is as sweet as they come! Duke loves, loves, loves her. Except when she tries to take his chew toy. Then he quickly puts her in her place. I do think I'm insane. But so far, very worth it.

Okay, so who am I kidding? I get up in the morning, Dave's toothrbrush is still thre in the drawer next to mine. His is lime green, incidentally. I could give you a thousand other examples, but this one seems to say it all. Speaking of not facing things...Kyle would have graduated from high school this year. I'm pretty good at this ostrich thing, eh?