Don't Make Me Do This

I'd like to invite all my readers to check out my past posts in the side columns. I'm feeling the week now. I'm a bit blocked, exhausted and not feeling funny at all. I have a couple funny pics ready, but I'm too tired to even plug in the camera!! Still working on a too-do list I made on Saturday. Sigh.
Seriously, there's some good stuff in the sidebars, all handpicked from over 400 posts. Watch out for spelling and grammar errors--all of it hasn't been proof read yet.

Shawn's surgery is Tuesday. I must admit that I'm a little nervous. He's excited, ready to get it over with. He has Micro Valve Prolapse, a condition in which one heart valve is smaller than the rest. Gave him problems when he was a teen, didn't pump blood like it should.

Shawn would have these episodes where his chest would feel tight, like a 75 pound cinder block was on it, resulting in a trip to the ER. Hasn't happened in years. Knock on particle board.

Me, the addict to WebMD and I've never once researched the condition. Too nervous of what I'll find.

Mom called yesterday. Her and Dad want to give me some money. I tell her we're fine. She says she's been thinking of it for a while, it woke Dad up he was thinking of it so much. Dad insists on it. He says it's the Holy Spirit and whether you believe in God or not, you know what's like to have a nagging feeling that won't go away--something telling you that you should do this. I do understand that, by it doesn't feel right taking money from them. I haven't told Shawn.

I can tell I am going to get into a fight with my parents over this. Mom rationalizes by saying they've spent so much on my sister's kids. I say that's totally different. Unless something goes horribly wrong, we should be OK. We have a little in savings, and some money we got from a loan at the bank to use for eBay. I'm working more now (and eating less) so we shouldn't have any problem paying the bills.

Is this a warning of things to come? Are there rough roads ahead? I know God gives only what you can handle. Steer me into financial troubles, that's cool, but can we even it out by fixing our family?

My parents... When I ran out there to get some pain pills for Shawn, Mom called in an order for BBQ sandwiches and practically forced the cash in my pocket. "So you don't have to cook tonight," she said. They visited last Saturday and brought a chocolate cream pie!

I made homemade Philly Cheese Steaks and we dived into the pie. It was gone by Sunday.

I have been wondering how I might pay for Mom's surprise 50th birthday party in December. Perhaps I'll tuck the money away for that and get them a nice belated 30th wedding anniversary gift--something they wouldn't buy for themselves. It still doesn't feel quite right. I know I'm gonna lose this argument with them. Silly donkeys...