My Day....Me Screaming!!!!

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CHAOS MUST STOP RIGHT NOW IN THE NAME OF JESUS!!!

Name that tune...Please!!!!

Need Help.

I don't usually like Country music. I do have my exceptions (like when Elliott sings or a great girl country song) but I've heard a song several times that I really like and I have no idea who sings it or what it's called. I thought maybe you might know. I don't think the song is new.

Here's the chorus: I'm gonna love you, like nobody loves you.

It's a man singing and the song isn't too twangy. Also, it says something like, "He wants to stand out in a crowd for her." Anyway, it talks about things he wants to do and be for his wife.

If you have any info on this I would appreciate it. :)

This is what I'm doing.

I'm preparing to be gone all day Monday while I take Miles to Ft. Worth. Also, this week I'm going to be gone Thursday, Friday, Saturday and some of Sunday for the BFW.

This week I've got to make a wig and mustache that looks like Albert Einstein. I went to the Lucky Beauty Supply (Afro Hair Care Products) and bought a bunch of stuff to make Joey's wig.

Also, I've got to help Joey finish his first research paper. I mean a real research paper in the fifth grade! The paper is about Einstein...thus the wig. On Friday (when I'm not here) he will have a "Day at the Museum" at school where he will dress up like a Einstein and have a table full of props and math paraphernalia. I've got to help him get all this together before I leave town on Thursday.

Thursday is Spencer's very first baseball game. I'm going to miss it. Spencer has been crying off and on all afternoon since I told him this. AHHH. Before the game I need to buy his uniform.

Melody's 6th birthday is Sunday. I will not be making any plans for this yet. I will just have to do that after I come back.

Joey & Miles are sick. I'm pretty sure that I have to take them to the doctor Tuesday.

I need to buy groceries before I go so they will have stuff to eat.

I have a mountain of laundry that I've got to get done so they will have clothes to wear.

I already got babysitting in order.

I know it will be a busy week, but I'm excited that I'm getting to go to the BFW. I know the Lord has many wonderful plans for all his favorite ladies this weekend. Since that is true I will merrily make my wig, wash my clothes and take my kids to the doctor because I know my reward at the end of the week will be sweet.

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I'm going to be teaching 1st grade all day Wednesday. Jocie is in that class. Today I went to eat lunch with my kids at school and all the 1st graders were excited about me being in their class on Wednesday. They treat me like a celebrity. It's so sweet! I just went over the lesson plans for a long time so I'm feeling confident about how things will go.

I'm still not feeling myself so please pray for me. I haven't been sleeping well since my Grandma died. I'm not having nightmares. I just don't have peaceful sleep. In my dreams something is always off, or unorganized or undone. Then I wake up and have a feeling like something is not right and I remember that my Grandma Jody died. That's not a good way to wake up. Then yesterday I thought I saw her in a car next to me. It was a red car so there's no way it was her. She only liked white cars. I don't think she would be sporting a red car in the after life and driving down South 14th. Also, I've been seeing Grandmas with their grandchildren every where I seem to go. It makes me happy for the little kids and sad for me. I've been feeling so emotional and fragile. I don't feel depressed. I just feel sad and off centered. I feel like a big piece of me is missing. I drive past her house almost everyday when I'm picking the kids up from school. I see her car there and it makes my heart heavy. This is the first person that I've lost that's been really close to. Randy's sister died of cervical cancer a year and half ago and that was hard. I actually cried a lot more when she died then when Jody died, but I'm feeling it so much more. I feel sorrowful. With Sharon it was more of a faith issue then a saddness. I truly believed Sharon was going to be healed of cancer and I was shocked when she wasn't. With my Grandma dying I didn't feel a struggle with my faith. I've actually been so thankful that she was 76 years old and healthy almost every day of those 76 years. She didn't suffer.

Anyway, I miss her so much. She meant so much to me. I told her all the time how much I loved and appreciated her. It's just that I want to tell her some more. I know that some people might think I should be better now, but I'm really not. I'm still very sad and I haven't had the time to mourn. I still have to do a million things around here. I just have to do them with a heavy heart. Please please pray.

Um, Groovy!

This is a picture of my Mom and Dad back in the day. My mom was pregnant with my little brother. This was taken in 1979!

Where was he going in that tux?

My Grandma Jody

This is one of my very favorite photos of me, Grandma Jody and my brother Chris.

My Grandma Jody died this Sunday. The funeral is tomorrow. Jody meant so much to me. As a kid she was my stable in an unstable world. My brother Chris and I spent the weekend with her almost every weekend. We would go to her house on Friday night and leave sometime late Sunday afternoon. When I was at her house I felt safe and there seemed to be magic every where in the every day things. I'm working on capturing in writing all the things that I loved about my Grandma. I thought I might share a few of my special memories on here as I find time to write them.



Party at night . In the evenings when we spent the night we would watch tv together. At some point Jody would say, “Is it time for a party?” We would cheer and make our way to the kitchen. We would just have a snack but she called it a party and so it felt like a party. We were delighted when she said those magic words. When we got to the kitchen we could have anything we wanted but here’s a few of the things that we usually had: donuts that we had previously picked out for the party, cereal, cheese and crackers, pimento cheese (my brother only) or a sandwich. We would eat our snack and chat. It was one of my most favorite things when I was a kid. Having a party on a Friday night for no reason at all made me very happy. We did it almost every weekend but I never came to expect it. I was always taken by surprise when she would call out, “Is it time for a party?”

Red chair that sat by the stove. Jody had a tall red bar stool that sat in between her enormous movable dishwasher and the stove. It was silver with cherry red vinyl coverings. It was my favorite seat in the house. Sometimes Chris would beg to sit in it, but it was usually mine. I liked sitting there and watching her cook. I would also sit there during our Party time. I liked how the seat always felt cold when I sat down. Also, I liked how tall it was so I could see everything that was going on. How I would love to sit in that red chair one more time and watch my grandma cook.

Donut shopping. We used to have a Dunkin Donuts here. It was on North First. Sometimes we would go over there on Friday evenings and we would get to go “Donut Shopping” I don’t know when we started calling it that but it was great fun. She would get a dozen donuts and we were able to shop and pick out one donut. The one I picked out the most was a pink covered donut. She loved the blueberry cake donuts. I can still smell that place if I think about it. In my own personal memory it reminded me of a train car. It was a rectangular building with a long counter that had bar stools under it. There were donuts on the shelves and a glass case at the bottom where I would usually look for my donuts. Also, that place had donut holes which I thought was the best, but I usually only got those from my Mom.

So far that's all I've got. I'll be working on more Grandma Jody memories as I have the time. There's no way for me to fully explain how this beautiful woman changed my life and how much I deeply love her. I'm not sure how I will be able to say goodbye to her tomorrow. I know she was one of Jesus' favorites.

Spring Break

Yep, it's Spring Break and I have five kids at home all day. What do they want to do all day?

Eat.



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Quick Random Update

Today was a good day. I don't want to go into detail, but I got to see the Lord be faithful to me again! I'm so thankful!

Also, I'm excited about Thursday. I was asked to be a substitute for the 1st grade. I will teach the kids all day by myself. Jocie is in that class. I'm thrilled to get to do that on Thursday!!! I love working at the school.

Spencer has Safety City tomorrow! So fun.

I'm really excited about the BFW. The whole thing feels so healthy.

Randy has been doing a ton of remodeling. He has flipped houses for the last 6 years and hasn't done a whole lot of remodeling during that time. Right now with the economy people are a little scared to buy a new home so they're fixing up their current home instead. Randy has been staying very busy with this. It's kind of exciting to see how his name is getting spread.

I had a doctors appointment today and I weighed exactly the same as I did 2 years ago. Of course I would have been happier if that number was lower but I was pleased that it wasn't higher.

Today when I picked up Jocie she mentioned something about a birthday party today for a boy in her class. I told her that I didn't think we were going to that and she started sobbing. (This is not her usual behavior at all!) I thought she was just disappointed about not going to the party, but between sobs she said, "It's...Just...That...I don't think...That Anyone Else...In First Grade is going to get to go...And I just don't want Tanner to be disappointed!!!! OH my goodness! Her heart was so sweet and pure that I thought I might just cry myself. I know that I've desired to go to parties before when I thought no one else was going to be able to go. The party is at Mr. Gatti's. I called Randy and told him the situation and he said we should go. I've got a bunch of free kids buffets so we can get out of there pretty cheap. I love that she was concerned for Tanner. She's so sweet!

I've started myself a thankful list. I'm desiring to mediate on the wonderful things God has done for me and not dwell on the one thing I'm waiting him to do.

This weekend I'm going to have the "Triplets" all weekend. My brother and his wife is having their anniversary out of town so I will have 2 three year olds and 1 two year old plus all my kids this weekend. WOW. They've never spent the night with us so I'm not sure what to expect.

I think Randy and I have all of the first 4 seasons of THE OFFICE memorized. We watch it in the evening after the kids go to bed a few nights a week. We have a little bit of wine and a little bit of The Office. It cracks me up!

My Dr. put me on birth control pills for at least one month (possibly 3 months) to help with some stuff. If you remember correctly...I don't have use birth control!!!!! He's got me on a double dose this month to get things in order. I hallucinate with Tylenol PM so I'm praying this medication doesn't mess with me. I'm not used to taking medication, but the Lord will be faithful to me I'm sure.

My Mom made me the best chicken salad this week. Man it was good.

Hairspray, the musical was so good. I loved going with my awesome girlfriends to see that!

Randy gets sweeter all the time. I'm amazed at him. I love that every year we are more in love than the year before. If I were stranded on a desert island and I could only take 3 people with me...I would pick him 3 times.

I rented a Spelling Bee DVD from the library. It had the final round of the national spelling bee on there for like 10 years in a row. It was so awesome to watch. I don't have any idea how they could spell so well.

Randy and the lady that does my hair trades labor! It's one of the best things ever! I get to have my hair highlighted every six weeks and never have to worry about if I have the money or not. I just keep track of how much money she owes me or how much we owe her. She does our whole families hair every six weeks and we don't have to spend cash on it!!!!

I love our life group. It has been one of my favorite things for about a year now. We've done life group forever, but I just enjoy it more now than I used to. I enjoy practicing hospitality.

Well, I guess that's all for now. Here's a sweet little picture of the girls.

I heart Kindergartners!!!!

Oh I miss working at the school! It's been a blessing to me to get to work this week. I love Kindergartners. They make me so happy and make me laugh.

For instance...

Today I was watching the kids outside during break time when a little boy named Kade came over and asked me a question.

He pointed to the old water well and asked, "Mrs. WIlson, does this go all the way down to Satan?"

Me: "Does it what?"

Kade? "Does this go all the way down to Satan?"

Me: "No Kade. It's just an old water well."

When he went off to play I looked back at the 1st grade teacher and said, "Yes, we have a porthole to hell in the backyard. This is a Christian school you know. You better make sure and do your work when you're told!!!"

Gait Trainer

Monday I had to take Miles to the doctor because he’s not been feeling well at all. While I was waiting for a room another family came in and sat near me. When the man saw us he came over and touched Miles’ legs. He asked me if Miles had cerebral palsy. I said yes. Then he asked me how old Miles was, and I told him 4 years old. Then he told me that his son has cerebral palsy and that he’s five. He sat back down next to his girlfriend. (She was not the mother of the child with cerebral palsy.) Then he told me something incredible. He said, “ The doctors kept saying my son would never walk, but he’s five now and he’s trying to run!” I looked at him and said, “That is so encouraging!” He then told me that his son had a wheelchair and “all that stuff.” He said that his son has had several surgeries. Last year his son began to crawl around using his hands and now he’s walking!!!

That testimony was water to my soul.

Today I took Miles to physical therapy and guess what his therapist decided to do? SHE PUT MILES ON A TREADMILL FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!!! Yes, you heard me right. Miles was on a treadmill for 12 minutes today. JoBeth, his therapist strapped him up in a piece of equipment that suspended him in air over the treadmill then manually moved his feet in a walking motion on top of the treadmill. He loved it.

I’ve never seen Miles up in that position before and moving in a walking motion. If I had been all alone I think I would have let myself surrender and have a good cry. It was welling up in me, but I didn’t allow myself to get emotional. On the outside I was excited and cheering for Miles. On the inside I was interceding and begging God to allow Miles to walk on his own. Inside I was on my knees and weeping for what has never been. On the inside I was hoping for the same testimony as the man I met yesterday.

Miles did so well today on the “Gait Trainer” that his therapist said that she wants to put him in it every session. I looked it up online today and the suspension equipment is $1200 plus I would need a treadmill to have one in my home. Insurance doesn’t usually pay for this equipment. If Miles starts to show progressive movement while on the machine I think I’ll have to sell some blood or something to get him one for the house.

Seeing Miles walk is the stuff my dreams are made of.

This was a joint effort for my girls and boys.


I've decided to call their fun-filled activity creative. :)

I'm so blessed!

The kids are out of school Monday.

My Mom works nights and she's off Tuesday night so she asked me if the kids could spend the night with her Monday. When she gets off in the morning she's going to pick up four of the kids and take them to school the next day. I stayed up late tonight getting their back packs ready for Tuesday, their clothes packed and them dressed for tomorrow so I can SLEEP IN TWO DAYS IN A ROW! Oh my goodness! What a blessing! So, besides taking care of Miles...I'm off until 3:00 on Tuesday. WOW!!!!

I didn't even ask for this amazing time off!

14 kids!!! WOW!

Okay, so I'm totally not into the News realm. (Francesca, you know I don't watch the news. hehe) I don't have the latest scoop on current events. I don't read fan magazines so I don't have opinions on the "Star" drama. That being said, I do have to say that I'm so intrigued by this Nayda Suleman and her 14 kids ages 7 and under.
I've been reading little news clips about her situation. Also, after not watching tv for months I tuned in to watch her on Dateline. The story is so interesting. The lady is single and unemployed. She couldn't have children on her own so she did the in-vitro route. Okay, so she had already done that a few times already and had six children in 5 and a half years. That beats my record. Well, she had some babies still available that were frozen so she decided to give it one last go and get them all implanted in her womb. Six embryos were implanted. They all took, plus two of the embryos split so Ta-Da...EIGHT babies at one time!!!!
Wow, I could totally be a reporter. :)

Let's take just a brief pause and all ponder on how in the world that lady looks so good after just having 8 babies! Enough pondering.

Back to the real stuff. So, anyway, this is all very interesting to me because America is throwing a fit about this lady having so many kids since she is single and even more importantly because she is unemployed. I had all sorts of opinions about the situation until Randy and I started talking and he asked me a simple question. He asked, "What sin is she committing?"

What sin is she committing?

Is it a sin to have 14 children? No way.

Is it a sin to have children without being married? Hey, she's not having pre-marital sex with the father of the babies!

Is it a sin to be poor because you have a lot of children? Nope.

Is it a sin to have more children than you can give individual attention to? No. Life is not fair.

Is it a sin to have more children than you can afford to take care of by yourself without government assistance?
Here's where it gets sticky doesn't it?
People are talking about how California should go in and seize her kids and adopt them out because she can't afford them. They act as if her kids are furniture that can easily be removed and given away to just anyone with the money to make the monthly payment on them.

We cannot afford to take care of Miles without government assistance. Should he be taken from us and given to a family that can afford his medical bills without the help of Medicaid? Are we irresponsible for having five children and one being disabled?

What are your thoughts about this situation. I really want to know what you're thinking about this.

2nd most expensive date ever!

Today Randy and I had a date planned. Well, sort of a date. Okay, it wasn't a date, but we were calling it a date. I guess that makes it a date.

Anyway!!!

There's been this on going joke between us about how he never takes me to the city dump. He has to go there about once a month to dump his work trailer. He hates going, but he always comes back with the best stories. Most of my kids have gone with him, but I've never gone. Well, Friday night he brought his trailer home and he asked me if I wanted to go with him on Monday morning to dump it. So, all weekend we joked about our upcoming date to the dump.

He picked me up about 9 am and we were off. First we had to stop at the tire shop because he bought a spare tire for his trailer. His trailer was really full. Actually, it was too full. He recently removed a fireplace from a couple's home and he had to haul off all the bricks. His trailer had about 4000 pounds of bricks in it. That's about 2000 pounds too many. His trailer was riding really low and there was a lot of pressure on the tires.

We got one block away from the tire place and a tire popped. He got out to change the tire and a man came over from the business next door and asked him if he needed some help. He went and got his forklift and helped Randy change the tire. That was so awesome! He just came out of no where like an angel.

From there we went back to the tire place to get a new tire and a new rim. Well, again the trailer weighed so dang much that he couldn't get that thing up the driveway. Randy's trailer kept scraping the concrete so the owner started yelling for him to get off it. Randy got out of the truck to see what he needed to do to get up the driveway when one of the workers hopped in the truck with Miles and I and took off with the truck! He decided that he could get the truck up the driveway. It was so funny after I realized he wasn't trying to kidnap Miles and I. Anyway, he just drove real fast, complained about how his boss was a complainer, gave a guy a sarcastic wave for driving too fast and then rocketed the truck and trailer up the driveway. Then he fixed the tires. I was totally cracking up at the whole situation!

After all that we headed out to the dump, but we didn't get too far. We were driving down Treadaway when our trailer and truck started swaying. Randy wasn't speeding, but he was driving too fast for what he was hauling. He tried to stop the swaying, but the whole thing went out of control, we tail-pinned and smacked the back of a parked truck. The thing that holds the tires on the trailer broke. Our truck spun into the middle of the street and bricks went flying.

Well, no one was hurt. That's the #1 thing.

Several people stopped to see if we needed help. One guy stopped by because he owns a big pushing machine (don't know what it's called). He offered to push our trailer out of the street for 50 bucks. Considering there was no way we were going to be able to move the blasted thing...50 bucks was a great deal.

While Randy was taking care of Police business and such, me and two of Randy's helpers shoveled bricks and stuff into the back of his truck. Yep, I got me a shovel and worked too. It was actually so fun working like a man for a little while.

Now Randy is out there manually moving 4000 pounds of bricks into a borrowed trailer so he can take it to the dump...two trips this time. And, again, I'm missing out on getting to go. Some guys from the church found out Randy had to move all those bricks by hand (Because of my most awesome friend Rachel) and they offered to come and help him! How awesome is that? Our pastor is out there with a shovel working his tail off. Love it.

So, that was my exciting morning. Man, Randy's work day is so much more exciting than mine!

You may be wondering why this is the 2nd most expensive date ever. Well, today we had to pay for a couple of tires, no regular work done, additional charges for the dump, a ticket for the wreck, fixing the trailer and paying for the trailer to get pushed. That's pretty expensive.
I was talking to my Mom on the phone and I told her about the whole thing that just happened. Then I mentioned how that was our most expensive date ever. She disagreed. She reminded me of the date Randy and I went on while in Colorado. Oh yeah. She's right. I got pregnant with Melody on that date. That has turned out to be our most expensive date. :)

Of course I have pictures! I totally was going to take pictures of the dump for you!





This is the guy I thought was taking off with Miles and I. He ended up being so friendly!







All the stuff still in this trailer is what is being moved out manually! WOW!

Zoo Day

I've been wanting to take my adorable little nephews to the zoo for awhile. It's one of those ideas that just never seem to happen. Things always get in the way that seem more urgent. Finally I put a picture of the kids on the background of my computer as a reminder to take them to the zoo.

Who wouldn't want to take these sweet faced kids to the zoo? They love their "Aunt Branne" and I wanted to take them out for an afternoon of fun. So, I did. Their names are Zacharia, Jeremiah & Obidaih. No. I'm not kidding. Zacharia & Jeremiah are twins and they're 3 years old. Obi is 2. They are Less than a year a part. For 10 days in May my brother Charlie will have three 3 year olds!


Okay, You know Miles.
Jeremiah is in Red. Zachariah is in Blue. Obi is the one with the most amazing blue eyes!

While we were out and about the kids said some really funny things!




When Zacariah saw the monkeys he scolded one of them. He pointed at a monkey and said, "You're naked. You're gross!"



When they saw the Buffalos , which they called "Buffos" one of them said, "Oh no! He's gonna kill me."


One time in the car I took a sharp turn and Jeremiah looked at me and said, "What the hell are you doing?" I laughed so hard! I know my brother drives much crazier than me so I don't know why he was talking about my driving!



In the car Jeremiah was sitting by me and he leaned over to confide in me. He said in the most serious way, "My brother is weird and my cousin is crazy."


After the snail picture Zacharia ran back over to the snail and gave him a swift kick on his bottom.



When we were feeding the ducks a bird got too close to Jeremiah and he yelled at the bird. He said, " Hey you scared me Butthead!" A little bit later the same boy noticed that I didn't have any cookies so he came over to me with his little hand full of cookies and said, "Here you go My Branne." I swooned.



The kids enjoyed each animal so much that we only saw about a third of the zoo. They weren't in a rush to see everything. They wanted to get to know each animal. I knew we weren't going to have time to see it all so I asked them if they wanted to see the Fish or Snakes. Unamiously they yelled and voted for SNAKES!!! This is the break down of the snake area according to the boys.
Snakes-Cool
Bugs-Gross
Tarantulas-Stinky (who knew?)
When we saw a really big snake one of the boys went over to Miles and patted him and told him that it was going to be okay. I thought that was so sweet!
When we saw another big snake one of them said, "Oh no! This is bad!"
There were a few skulls in the exhibit and Jeremiah kept saying, "They break em."


It was funny when they wanted me to pick them up so they could see better. They would hold their hands up and say, "I wanna go up there."



I love them! They're so sweet and cute! I think we'll have to go again and see the rest of the zoo.

In case you were wondering...

Personal preference here, but honestly, I don’t like pictures where people aren’t smiling.

Don’t take this personal if you think I’m talking about a photo I’ve seen of you OR one that you’ve personally taken.

I’m just sayin’.

For me, if there’s a photo being taken of me, then I want to be smiling.

I don’t want a picture of me looking into the far distance with a glazed look of constipation. I want to look happy and excited about having my picture taken. Maybe I just can’t pull of that serious sexy look. I’m okay with that. I come off more like I’m trying to recount my last four debit transactions so that I don’t overdraw my account. Not sexy.

Even more than my personal self-getting serious photos taken…I dislike my kids getting them taken. Why in the world would I want a photo of my kids gazing into a field while they contemplate their future with a stern face? Did I not give those kids a computer just last week? They better have a smile on their face! They’ve got things to be thankful for. They should be looking into that field thinking about how when they grow up they’re gonna buy their Mama a house. Those are the kind of pictures I like.




See What I mean?

The Good Thing.

Today was one of those days that I chose the “good thing” to do. I could have done several things. I had some everyday things to do. I had an idea to do something that would have been a lot of work, but it would have been fun. Still, I chose the “good thing.”
Miles was sick today. That’s a strange statement because Miles is always sick it seems, but today was different. Today he looked sick, acted sick and had a fever for possibly the first time in his life. His body was having seizures constantly because his body was so out of sorts. I could have just done his usual routine, but today I chose the “good thing.”
I didn’t wash the dishes.
I didn’t fold the laundry.
I didn’t make myself breakfast.
I didn’t hang out on the internet.
I didn’t shower and get dressed up.
I didn’t pick up my nephews for a play date.

I chose the “good thing.”

After I took the kids to school I gave Miles all his medicine to try to calm his body down and then I did the unthinkable.

I took him to my bed, and without any music or entertainment I held him and kissed him and told him how much I love him. I did that until lunch time.

He stayed there beside me with such a content heart. His arms were wrapped around mine and it actually felt like he was begging me not to get up. His body turned cooler and finally quit shaking. As I lay next to him all felt right with the world. I knew there wasn’t anything more important that I could have been doing.

You know, during the day I stay busy all day. There are so many things to do, and I actually enjoy doing them. I, like everyone else have so many directions that I’m pulled at all the time. Today though, it felt so invigorating to leave all those things behind to just hold my little boy that needed to be loved on.

Love Never Fails.

Today-in the car

These are pictures of today. Nothing fancy, no reason to take pictures. We were just in the car & I wanted an "everyday" picture of each of the kids.

Facebook vs. Blogging

I like Facebook. It's easy. I like that you can keep up with a lot of people with little effort, but I don't like it more than blogging. I don't think it's as personal. Maybe I'm just long winded.

Jocie...she's quite the helper.

Yesterday I was sewing a cover for Miles' changing pad and I sliced my fingernail down the middle. Dang, domestication.

Anyway, I've been careful to try not to snag the nail on things because it hurts.

Today I took the kids to the mall so they could get the heck from under my feet enjoy an outing from the house.

The boys wanted to go to Gamestop so we let them go in while the "Girl Team" hung out in front of the store. As I was standing there I snagged my broken nail on my jacket and it ripped some more and began to bleed a little. I was being a baby and shaking off the pain when Jocie asked me if I hurt my nail again. I told her I did and continued to act pathetic about the pain. She unzipped a "secret" zipper on my purse and said, "Here, you can wrap it up in this. It should help."

It was totally a feminine pad.

Great.