School Open House

It's me again!
Wow! What a day! Work was rather hectic today. But when is it not?
My sister, Amy, had her feelings hurt because I didn't write much about her yesterday. So, I'm making it a point to mention her here today. Did I mention I beat the socks off her at Literati? Well....I did! She is also pretty easy to scare. She doesn't enjoy it near as much as I do. teehee Enough about her for now.
Back to my day.....After work, we had open house at the high school. My son, Brett, is a sophmore. So, Caytlin and I got to chase him all over that high school. Upstairs and downstairs. They gave us four minutes in between classes and six minutes for the teachers to give their speeches. I felt like I was running a marathon. He had a class downstairs, then we had to run upstairs to the other side of the school, then back to the end of the school we started at. Then back downstairs. It really didn't give us much time to visit with the teachers but I did get to see what they look like. One of them even meows. I didn't hear it for myself but the kids swear she meows when she gets mad. My sister, Teresa, vouches for her as she had her when she was in school. My hubby didn't get to join us on our trek as he is a teacher and had to stay in his classroom and give his little speach. Brett is mostly in honors classes might I proudly add. I am very proud of him. Oh yes, Caytlin got a blue ribbon at the fair for her art project. Yes, I'm a proud mom! Mykel, my stepson watched a girls volleyball game at the junior high while we were running our marathon.
Well as I'm tired.....I'm cutting it short tonight. Until tomorrow....choi!

My first entry

Hi,

This is my first post in my very own blogg. How exciting is that?
Well a little about me and my so called life. I am a 35, soon to be 36, year old mother, wife, sister, daughter, aunt...... I have a beautiful, seven year old daughter going on 21. She is so much fun to watch and be around. I just wish she didn't want to grow up so fast. I guess that comes with the age gap in her and the other children we have.
My son, Brett, is 16. Yes, 16. That right there should explain alot. He will get his drivers license in November. Oh joy!! I am excited about the fact that I will have an errand boy. He is a good kid despite the fact that I know nothing and was put on this earth to make his life miserable. I can't wait for him to outgrow that one.
Even scarier than a 16 year old son is an 18 year old stepdaughter. She recently turned 18. She is now a legal adult. Ha Ha! She is a senior in high school and got her bellybutton pierced for her birthday. Let me tell you how excited her father was with that bit of information. Wait until she gets the tattoo!
And then there is Mykel. He is my 14 year old stepson. Not much to say about him. He is a daddy's boy and is his father's shadow. He likes dirtbikes and go carts.
We have three paint horses. Caytlin, the seven year old going on 21, is a pretty good rider. There's not much she is afraid of. We also have 3 miniature donkeys, two dogs and one cat. We've had goats, rabbits and chickens. Now those were some adventures.
My wonderful husband teaches at our local high school. He is 44. I love reminding him of the age difference. He has a wonderful sense of humor. Too good at times. He is full of life and looks 36. Most people are shocked to hear his age.
My father died suddenly of cancer a year and a half ago. He was only 57. It was a hard thing to go through. Four months after his death I started having what the doctors call panic attacks. The first episode happened on the highway in the middle of New Mexico. I thought I was going to die right there in the middle of New Mexico. I literally thought I was having a heart attack. I had all the symptoms you hear of. Hear feeling like it was beating out of my chest and doing sommersaults in my chest, pain in my left arm going up my neck and into the left side of my face and head. An ambulance ride, EKG, chest xray and a lorazapam later....they said it was a panic attack.
I kept having the attacks and felt like I was dying. Three doctors later I was still diagnosed with stress. I thought panic attacks were bologna. But I was proved wrong. I've had a stress test, angiogram, sonogram of my heart, heart monitors, a sleep clinic, several EKG's and too many trips to the ER. Still they find nothing wrong. I'm still not convinced but what can I do.
I have started the macrobiotic diet hoping it will help. I found a wonderful site that helps immensley on my macrobiotic journey. I don't feel so alone. It is www.cybermacro.com. Lots of information and it's nice to actually "talk" to others who are on the diet. I live in the middle of west Texas in a small town and people look at me and smile when I mention the microbiotic diet. No ones heard of it.
I have three younger sisters. Lisa, 34, lives in Austin. You couldn't pay her to move back home. She loves it and I don't blame her. Amy, 32, lives here. We work together which is another story in itself. Teresa, 31 and the baby, recently moved to Dallas. She loves it! She is working for a physical therapy clinic. She loves the atmosphere.
I graduated in July from Austin School of Massage. I love it. Though, I am still waiting on my temporary license. It is amazing how the state can clear my check in three days and it's been a month and still no license. I go to state boards in January. I recently took a Reiki class in Lubbock. I'm interested in Energy work but still not quite sure what to think of Reiki. I guess I need to practice it more and see how I feel about it later.
Well I guess that's enough for today. Won't have much more to write about if I don't stop here. Thanks for letting me share a part of my world with you. Please come back and visit again real soon! Choi and God Bless!