On Disneyland and a Colonoscopy

This kid graduated last week.  There were tears of joy from the family.  And tears of thanksgiving from more than one teacher.  heh.

Graduation 2013

For his graduation gift my kids all worked together to give Rigel an all expenses paid trip to Disneyland.  Four of my kids and my son in law will be going.  The Curly Girly has been driving everyone up a wall sending early morning texts letting everyone know how many more days until the big D-Land adventure.

My sweet kids invited me as well.  They would cover the hotel, travel and entrance into the park.  I’d be left to cover food and any incidentals.

I thought about it.  I really did.  Because I can’t even express how badly I need a vacation.  Or at the very least a change of scenery.  Milk runs to WalMart just aren’t fulfilling my need for a girl’s time out anymore.

I know though, that with a soon to be in the field Missionary, we are going to need every penny we can scrape up.  Suits, ties, socks, sturdy shoes, bikes, and good umbrellas don’t grow on trees.  (Drat)

colonoscopy

My doctor did offer me up something to keep my mind off my pity party  though.  Yup.  A referral for colonoscopy.  Seems as though once you hit the ripe old age of 50 you get a pass telling you to make an appointment with someone who will then get a sneak peak at your innards.

I surely get to have all the fun, don’t I?   Talk  about adding insult to injury.  My kids having the time of their lives in Disneyland and me exposing my posterior to a complete stranger.  I’m pretty sure that in some states this could get you arrested on a misdemeanor.

And you thought you were having a bad day.

I’ve always been told that when you feel a bit down in the dumps the best solution is to help someone else.  Our ward is having a service project to send all kinds of items to Afghanistan to help in starting a new church and school.

It’s true.  Being able to share with others who are in need does make your heart sing.

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As for the colonoscopy, well I guess I’ll just have to grin and bare it.  Get it?  Bare it?  A Bare tush….you have to bare your tush for a colonoscopy?

Okay. Okay.  Moving on.

You’re welcome.

Have you heard?  We’re calling it Independence for Parker and you can read about it here. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  1. Heather Jun 3, 13
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