So I told you we went to Zoo Lights on Thursday...here are some pics of my girls with the friends we went with.
|My girls are the two on the left|
|Lori on the right|
|Maddie on the right|
|My girls on the hayride|
|Yes...it was like 50 degrees out but what can I say? We're in AZ! It felt cold!|
|She's ready to move to the farm!|
|Yes...the sweatshirt is 1 or 2 sizes too big but whatevs.|
|She held this chicken for like 2 seconds! Can't believe we caught a pic of it!|
|They want a john deere for Christmas :)|
Saturday and Sunday are a blur. We did some shopping, we bought a Christmas tree (which I haven't taken a picture of). We decorated said tree. Hubby had his port surgery on Tuesday. Surgery went well but they ended up overfilling him during the surgery. The stupid nurses in recovery apparently couldn't tell the difference between "stuck" and "nauseous" so they sent him home without him being able to keep liquids down. After an hour or so at home and everything he drank coming back up, it was BACK to the doctor's office for an unfill. We didn't get to see the doc because he was in surgery all day so his assistant did it. After going back and forth a few times, they ended up taking ALL of the fluid out of the band so he's literally stuck at square one. He's beyond frustrated with the whole thing. He hasn't lost ANY weight since being banded and feels that it's been a giant waste of time and resources. I can't blame him for feeling this way. i just wanted to offer this story up as an example of when band life isn't rosy. I still believe once he can actually have good restriction and get the band working for him that it WILL work for him and he'll lose weight. But until then, it's beyond frustrating. Once we were back home and picked the girls up from school, we had dinner and then relaxed in front of the fire...a perfect fire if you will that yours truly built all by herself. There's a lot I don't like about our new townhouse we're renting but it's the first time we've had a fireplace. This made the rest of the day not seem so bad...
|My perfect fire|
I did have a NSV I meant to report last week but forgot. The morning of my procedure I realized that I don't own a pair of granny panties anymore. At first, I was like...nice! Then I realized that I HAD to have a couple pairs to get through a couple weeks after this procedure. So on my lunch break I ran to the pharmacy to see if they sold them. They did. Here's the NSV. The only concern I had was that the pharmacy wouldn't sell them at all...not that I wouldn't be able to find a pair that fit me. The second NSV came when I put them on. They were too big and they weren't even the biggest ones you could buy. So now I have 3 pairs of way too big granny panties at home just in case I ever need them again. LOL. I'll probably throw them out and it's a weird NSV to have but I'll take what I can get.
Has the Christmas spirit found me? Yes and no. Putting the tree up almost got me there but the surgery stuff knocked it back a couple notches. Doing better with it though. Happy Thursday everyone!