Jessi, the Rock Star

 Jessica is a kick in the pants and I mean that in a good way.  This morning she helped me sweep and do the dishes, and then played electric guitar with her daddy.

They were playing so loud the dog ran and cowered next to me.  I don't know about this child.  I think she will be able to do anything she puts her determined little mind to.  Just like her dad.  What do you think?

Bethany's take on her EEG

Just a brief back story.  Bethany had a 24hr EEG done this week.  She got hooked up to a portable machine via a lot wires glued to her head and then had them removed the next morning.  She wrote about this harrowing experience in her journal and has graciously allowed me to copy some excerpts from it.

Prior to the procedure, she wrote of her apprehensions. 

10/3/11- "Tomorrow, I'm going to have a machiney dealy strapped to my head for a full 24-hours.  I wonder what I'll do when I need to go to the bathroom!  The good side of this is that I don't have to go to school!"

10/4/11- " Ugh, today is so WET!  I got the wires attached to my head with plenty of glue, air and reluctance, with a slight chance of burning pain!  My forehead was probably the worst spots where the glue was.  Now, I can't run or play because ther is this thing recording my brain waves.  It feels like the weekend with my brain in a box.  BORED!"

10/5/11- "Wow, the taking off of the wires was much stinkier and more painful than I thought.  It burned my mouth and nose and so I was nearly stolen of my dignity.  But when I got home, I had vegetable oil put in my hair, so I smelled like some french fries that had had some nail polish removed.  Then I stood over the sink for hours on end.  Then my mom drove me to school for even more torture!"

 I am so proud of Bethany for being so brave and having such a good sense of humor about the whole thing.  It made a very tough situation so much better.

Cutting hair

One thing I can add to my list of accomplishments this year is that I did hair cuts for my entire family including myself and my husband.   I think the biggest deal about this is cutting Arnie's hair.  Dating back to when we were first married and he was just commissioned in the Army, he bought a pair of clippers and wanted me to learn how to cut his hair in a military haircut.  I failed so miserably that he ended up buzzing his entire head to just a fuzz and never letting me try ever again. 

This time he had been growing his hair out for several months due to being on leave and now going to college but he was really getting to look pretty shaggy, which is funny only because of our dog, LT looking a lot like a yellow Scooby Doo.   I suppose since regulations are more relaxed at school he let me have another go at it.

Arnie Before Picture

LT

I had to borrow clippers from my friend since Arnie's had died a couple years ago.  Turns out I was in luck as her clippers still had the instructions.  I decided to follow the instructions as closely as possible and hope for the best.  The worst, I knew from experience, was that Arnie would just buzz it all one length again.  I was pleasantly surprised when it turned out not only passable but, in my humble opinion, pretty darn good!

Arnie After Picture