Amen

I want to thank everyone for the prayers and good vibes the last few weeks. I had my xray yesterday and the mass in my lung has dimmed and the lymph nodes have reduced - which means it is likely an "atypical pneumonia". I will get another CT-scan in three months to be sure my lung is cleared. So thankful and very appreciative for my much needed wake up call in life.

Next order of business: Finding the local radiologist who said no way was it pneumonia, that it was definitely a tumor-like mass. Give him a handshake for helping kick my life back into action. Then burn his house down for making me think my mother was going to be raising my son. Dickhead.

Maybe It's Because I'm Sick. Or Just Sick Of It All.

Mouth had a cold last week so it was no surprise that I woke yesterday with a scratchy throat (thanks a lot, kid!) However, I woke this morning completely miserable and have been in bed most of the day. At one point, I quickly checked my email on the BB and found this (names have been obscured to protect petty people):

"Hi Mrs. Shute,

Zane got a checkmark today from Mrs. M******* for talking back. He was talking with another boy while she was addressing the class and she politely asked him to move to another table. He replied, "Why, I don't want to move." She asked him again to move and he said something else (I don't remember what was said the second time.)

Also, when we came back to class we had a new seating chart and he complained to me that he didn't want to sit with the other two students that I put him with. I spoke to him about him questioning my decisions and why I or Mrs. M******* ask him to do something.

Have you seen some of this attitude at home?

Mr. A***"

Seriously? SERIOUSLY. My response, which I magnified because I'm too tired to figure out how to make the email more clear:

The Highlight of My Day

Dickhead creditor: "The last thing you charged on your credit card was a $16.00 purchase from Amazon.com. Why don't you sell some of your stuff to pay off your credit card bill?"

Me: "Yeah, like someone's going to buy Bright Lights, Big Ass for $800 dollars. Why don't you sell one of your balls and buy yourself some brains???"

Me= 1
Dickhead Creditor= 0