Rule Breaker

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Nope, not the Captain.

It's me this time.

I am breaking a rule.

I promised that this blog would always be uplifting.

But I need the prayers of my blog friends.

I come before you humbly, and meekly with my prayer request.

Hello friends.

You may have been praying for me recently as I enter unchartered waters with my Crohn's Disease.

I am writing to let you know the latest information, as well as to ask you to continue to pray for me, Billy, Reilly, and Jake.

As most of you know, I have been experiencing a heightened state of disease the past 30 days, with symptoms that now include lymph node involvement, two ovarian cysts, excruciating pain, and a 'mass' on my kidney.

Today I had a digital capsule study, which was supposed to entail a 360 degree picture of my entire digestive tract.

My doctor phoned me an hour ago to inform me that in addition to having a significant exacerbation of my disease, I have an obstruction between my stomach and small intestine, and that the digital capsule got 'stuck'.

I will be having an abdominal x-ray in the morning to determine the extent of the blockage.

An emergency surgery to correct the obstruction is probable.

As you can imagine, we are obviously concerned and leery, but comforted in our faith, family, church, and friends.

We know that God is at the helm, and He will ultimately be glorified.

Thank you for your love, and the armor of protection that you have shielded us with.

Either Billy or myself, or a friend will continue to keep you updated.

Faithfully yours,

Hurricane

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Shaken and Stirred

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Yesterday, Captain Jake Sparrow grabbed my black low-cut bra, put it on, and went OUTSIDE and did an Irish Jig in front of his father and the air-conditioning repairman.

MR A/C Guy: What the HECK is going on with that kid?

Two Swords: (shaken and stirred) Yeah, I dunno.

Needless to say, Two Swords was so embarrassed that he told the Captain 'NO BRAS FOR YOU!"

The Captain said, 'But I LIIIIIIKE brawls!"

Two Swords: "Bras are for GIRLS!"

The Captain said, "But I like them because they have boobies in them."

To which Two Swords muttered something under his breath.

I think it was: "Thank you, God."

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Not Me Monday courtesy of MckMama!

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First of all: MckMama - I am so NOT glad that you are back.

Now, down to business.

I have NEVER said, "Fallons do NOT cry."

I have NEVER said, "Yeah, I am NOT a weeper."

The mantra in our home is NOT:

SUCK IT UP

Fallons are held to a higher standard

Deal with it

There is no crying!

It is acceptable to cry only when you are bleeding or afire.

I have NEVER prided myself on my innate ability to hold back the tears.

Billy Two Swords has NEVER accused me of being born withOUT tear ducts.

Billy Two Swords has NEVER accused me of having ice water course through my veins.

NOPE.

NOT me.

So yesterday, at a rather uneventful Sunday church service, I did NOT slobber for an entire hour.

I have NOTHING going on in my life that would cause me to regress into weepy, slurpy, crybaby toddlerhood.

NOPE.

NOT me.

My mascara was NOT running down my face.

I did NOT have a tissue, therefore I did NOT wipe my nose on Captain Jake Sparrow's shirt.

Seven people at church did NOT tell me, "You do NOT look like crap."

And some of my friends did NOT tell me, "Suck it up. You're a Fallon."

NOPE.

Did NOT happen.

NO way.

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PIRATESE!

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AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!

Facebooker alert!!!!

Did you know that you can change your Facebook language to "PIRATE"?????

Yes!

You can!!!!

Scroll down to the very bottom of your Facebook page.

Click on English.

Click on English (Pirate).

Savvy????

Oh how I wish I could take credit for this!

Surrender the booty!

Ye are welcome, mateys!

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Fish Water

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I helped Reilly the Red get ready for school this morning.

She didn't need much help, really. She's pretty good about that most of the time.

So we get to the bus stop (which is at the end of our driveway), and I ask her if she has her water bottle.

She said, "Yes Mom, but can you get me some fresh water?"

I said, "Can't you just fill it up with water when you get to school?"

And then the strong-willed, opinonated, you-must-think-I'm-totally-stupid, six year old came out in force, accompanied with some oh-no-she-didn't hair tossing and hand waving:

"MOM! I am NOT (head gyrating) going to fill up my (hand waving) water bottle at SCHOOL (for crying out loud)! THAT water at SCHOOL tastes like (freaking) FISH (that's what I'm talking about) WATER!"

I indulged her.

God forbid a DCF worker accuses me of forcing my precious young'un to drink FISH WATER.

Oh-no-I-DIDN'T!

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Homage

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We were blessed this weekend with a visit by our niece, CJ, and her friends, Caroline & Jordan. It was a surprise visit, but a pleasant surprise.

Reilly the Red cried all day yesterday because she missed CJ. She only sees CJ once, maybe twice a year. She was quite smitten after this last visit. When I asked Reilly what her favorite part of the weekend was, she said, "Sitting on CJ's lap."

Captain Jake Sparrow now has a new best friend, Jordan. All weekend long, he would say, "Could somebody help me with this? Jordan?" Too funny. I think Jordan just might be as taken with the Captain as the Captain was with Jordan. But when I asked the Captain what HIS favorite part of the weekend was, he said, "When Bugsy farted." NOTE - Bugsy is the guinea pig with the insanely large eyes in the movie "Bedtime Stories".

Of ALL the fun things that happened over the past four days, Jake remembers a bug-eyed, farting guinea pig.

Sigh.

Not Me Monday courtesy of MckMama!

I do NOT lounge around the house in my husband's Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs.

No way, Jose.

NOT me.

NOT ever.

NEVER.

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David

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Michelangelo had his David.


I have mine.






Captain Jake Sparrow likes to play in his room when he his naked.


Thankfully, he is only four.


If he still likes to do this when he is 14, then yes, I admit, we have a problem.


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Halloween 2008

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If another person says I remind them of Sarah Palin....

well....

I'll....

just.....

Never mind.

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Imagination

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The Captain had his four year old checkup last week, and had to get shots.

Yeah, the shots sucked. Just ask him. He'll tell you. He's still getting mileage out of them.

But the best part of the whole visit was the question and answer session with the nurse at the beginning. Part of the whole 'can this kid do what all the other four year olds can do' nonsense.

Nurse: "Can he hop on one foot?"

ME: I dunno. Jake? Can you hop on one foot?

I was pleasantly surprised to see that he could, in fact, very competently hop on one foot. He was even able to switch foots in mid-hop. Impressed, I was.

Nurse: "Can he draw a picture of a man?"

ME: No.

Nurse: "Are you sure?"

ME: Yes. Next question.

Nurse: "Can he dress himself?"

ME: Yes.

Nurse: "Does he tell stories? Does he have an imagination?"

ME: (quick, knowing glance towards Reilly)

ME: (cracking up laughing)

ME: (making a mental note to remember this one for Billy Two Swords' benefit)

ME: Oh yeah. He can tell stories. What do you think, Reilly? Can he tell stories?

Reilly: Duh, Mom. He can totally tell stories. That's all he ever does is tell stories.

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