The Wazzzzup??? Update

Grey Poopon:

Grey Poopon is still here. Today my 12 year old daughter and I built him a doghouse because it is going to rain tonight and he cannot come in the house (cause we are not into furniture decorated by urine) (well, at least not since we've been done potty-training) but he has separation anxiety when we board him in the barn.

We have ads in both local papers and fliers up around town. And he has been posted in the front yard since the morning after we found out he was a urinetrailleavingsuperherodog just in case his people happen to drive by looking for him. No one has called for him, no one has come by. After the ads run their course (7 days from Friday) I will make new ads advertising for a free dog to whoever wants him. His wound is healing and he has nearly finished his course of antibiotics. He loves us and wants to stay. No he may not.

Dumb financial situation: It seems we are dealing with two institutions here. 1.)My bank 2.)The agency they employ to investigate fraud.

This morning I faxed the affidavit with the very much appreciated help of Hubby's work to #2. On the cover I asked to be notified when the affidavit was received. I also called directly following the fax and left a message to be contacted when the fax was received. I then called this afternoon after not having been contacted and spoke with my personal representative who explained to me that when they did not receive the affidavit back, they closed out the case and returned it to #1. Who having no other recourse to recover the money, recovered it from me. Through much discussion and question asking on my part, I came to understand that I am still within the allotted time window that #2 has to investigate the case and that they will notify #1 as soon as the affidavit is entered into the system. Then it is #1's prerogative if they give me money back or not. I can call #2 back tomorrow to verify if the affidavit has been entered and if they have notified #1, so then I can call #1 and beg for sweet mercy and $1300.

My Ankle: I have long since ditched the crutches and the brace. It is still swelling up every night and tender all the live-long day. Not enough to stop me walking. Just enough to be a reminder to me to watch where I am going. The bruising is all gone.

Falling Down is Dumb

So today the kids and I were in the px parking lot on our way to the car when I stepped on the edge of a hole and bent my left ankle in half. I went crashing down on my right knee (which caused all my little girl, burning,bloody, scraped knee memories to come flooding back.) It took the kids a minute or so to hear my exclaiming, "Oh man, that really hurt. Oh man, that really hurts. Ugh, oh man that really hurts." *thinking, "Please don't cry, please don't cry, please don't cry"* I managed to get up (left my dignity in the hole) and get to the car. I climbed in and began the inspection and triage process. The ankle swelled to gross proportions immediately and hurt pretty well. Okay, okay, breathe,breathe. We are close to the ER, and we live about 20 minutes from here so that's a pro for going. Um, I am accompanied by children. not going. It is really swollen. going. It could just need some time to recover but not be that serious. not going. It really hurts. going. I HAVEN'T SHAVED MY LEGS. NOT GOING. Teaching the kids to be brave and know when to seek medical attention. going. It's really swollen. going. It REALLY hurts. So I went. From the ER I called an angel of a friend and she came about an hour later and got the kids - whom had been carting me around to x-ray and back in a wheel chair. Okay, as perfect strangers had to examine my ankle, they had the terrible misfortune of having to see my DIRTY socks, then my hairy legs, then my hairy FEET, then my scraggly toenails and the piecederesistance; sock lint in between my toes. As if falling down in the middle of the parking lot wasn't humiliating enough. And btw - my 12 year old son was such a friend to me! He cleaned the lint out of my toes so I could have a slight bit of pride back. *Insert angels singing here* Then I made him wash his hands. I was in the ER for 4 hours. I have a sprained ankle - praise the Lord it did not break AND was not my driving foot - and am relegated to crutches for at least a week or two. The moral of the story: Listen to your mother's advice! Always go out in clean underwear, and shave your legs even if you THINK that no one is going to see them!
Here's some encouragement from my Heavenly Father located in His Word at Daniel 11:35, "Some of the wise will stumble, so that they may be refined, purified and made spotless until the time of the end, for it will still come at the appointed time." Thank You Lord for providing me an opportunity to be refined and purified and for my children an opportunity to rise to the occasion and for others to be a blessing to me.

P.S. - Another angel of a friend is picking me up tomorrow and taking me straightaway for a pedicure. Somehow I am going to shave my legs before then.



*UPDATE*

I have been saved from scraggly toes!!