When Kelsey called me this weekend from Indiana I asked her if Erin was mean to her in the car when she dropped her off. She said "yeah, when we finally got to my coaches house she said "great, now I have to walk you to the door and pretend like I like you because mom said I had to." Lauren asked Ryan if he thought that she was a nice sister? He said "compared to Erin, you are great." I am getting the feeling that little Sybil needs a project this summer to get rid of her mean energy. She is not getting many hours at her job this summer so she has applied at the tanning salon that she goes to every day with her dads quarters. Considering the employees know that she is the kid that steals quarters off her dad's dresser to pay for her daily tans, if they hire her they may watch her like a hawk.

My back is feeling much better. I went to physical therapy again today. The first part of my therapy is to lay there with heated pads on my back. While I was laying there trying to relax my purse was vibrating across the room because my phone kept ringing. When my fifteen minutes of heat pads was up I had to do all my exercises. My purse kept "ringing" the whole time that I was there. I had Erin drive Shannon's carpool to cheer leading practice so that I could go to therapy. By the time I got out of there I was so aggravated with my phone ringing non stop that I was considering going to mental therapy so I didn't kill whichever one of my lovely offspring that was calling me. I called my best friend in the world to catch up, we hadn't talked in a few days. I was sitting in the driveway talking to her when I got home. Lauren opened the front door and did sign language that she was hungry. It turns out that she was the one calling me because she was hungry. How dare me come home as late as 5:30 without making sure that my 20 year old was fed. Ryan left today to go on a float trip with his friends family. He had to borrow a sleeping bag from Lauren's boyfriend. I felt if I sent him with the Barbie or Strawberry Shortcake sleeping bag that it may scar him for life. It's bad enough that he had to keep his frog in a Playtex tampon box.

My friend that lives in the next subdivision over walked down to my house for a Murphy update. She said that my blog was full of cob webs. I decided to dust them off and update my week. My back has still been bothering me this week, I went back to the doctor on Thursday. They put me on prednisone and told me that I had to go to physical therapy. They had suggested that last week but I told them I didn't have the time. This week, I was still in so much pain that I would do anything. I was aggravated with Dave for being less than helpful this week when I could barely move. I was kind of hoping that my physical therapist would be a gorgeous muscle man named Sven from Sweden that liked overweight, middle aged mother's of seven and he would sweep me off my feet and take me away with him.

Kelsey left for Indiana yesterday for a regional soccer tournament. I sent her with her coach, with the gas price so high and a hotel room expense we decided to just send her instead of going along. Her team travels all over the place, we just couldn't afford this trip. Shannon is leaving for Florida soon and I need to save money to send with her, the flight is already paid for but she only has eight dollars saved for spending money. Unless she eats bowls of rice like the starving children of Ethiopia she may need to come up with a little more cash. I had to work Friday so I had Erin drop Kelsey off at her coach's house. I got up early and did a map quest for Erin, I was on my laptop so I emailed it to myself and told Erin to go downstairs on the other computer and pull up my email so that she could print off the directions. She told me that Kelsey already printed her directions the night before. I thought, "wow, I am raising such responsible young ladies, I am impressed at her independence. She looked up the address all by herself." Erin called me at work frantic that Kelsey's map quest took her to a trailer park in the middle of Chesterfield. Her ending place wasn't even an address. I got on the Internet at work (which I am not supposed to do) and gave her the correct directions. Her phone was ready to go dead and little "Sybil" was in a very dark, scary mood. She told me she would call me back when she was back on the right road for further instruction. I was on the phone with a patient when she called. I called her right back and of course she passed up the street because I didn't answer quick enough. She finally found it and we ended our pleasant mother daughter chat. When I got home I asked her if she felt that she sent her sister off with a proper goodbye. I asked "How would you like to be screamed at for 20 minutes before you head out of town?" Her response was "it's not my fault that your kids are stupid, besides when I walked her to the door, I smiled and was all sunshiny for the mom, I put up a good front!

I went to therapy after work and my therapist was Brian, not Sven and I could probably be his mother or his much older sister. So much for that little fantasy. When Dave got home I decided to take out all of my Erin frustration out on him. I told him that I was a little tired of him not driving carpools and watching the soccer channel or the discovery channel every second that he is home. I asked him, If my mom wouldn't have made dinner tonight, how would you have fed the kids?? He said, "you would be proud of me, I actually had a plan. When I picked up dog food on my way home (you mean the dog food that you were supposed to pick up yesterday???)I picked up two frozen pizza's. I asked him, "do you know how to cook a frozen pizza? He said "I guess you just put them in the oven. I asked "do you know how to turn the oven on?" He said, "I guess you could probably show me." I guess I could probably show him where the cookie sheets are and tell him when it was done, and show him where I keep the pizza cutter. Wow, how could I ever survive without him??? Sven, where in the hell are you!!!!!

I woke up Monday and I couldn't stand up straight. My back felt like it was breaking in two. I left work around 10:00 and went to urgent care. They tested my reflexes and gave me pain medicine. I spent my day at work on Tuesday trying to stay awake from all the medicine that I was on. Wednesday I got to work and turned around and went home because I could barely walk. Thursday was a little better and Friday I decided to go see my primary care doctor. They ran some tests. To make a long story short, I am falling apart. I have been hobbling around like Tim Conway on the Carol Burnett show for five days. Hopefully this is only temporary because I am getting extremely bored.

Dave was out of town this week. He is in this group called leadership Missouri, they meet once a month in different parts of Missouri. His work is paying for it and it is a good experience to meet state senators and business leaders in our state. My darling husband has been the biggest stick in the mud since the day that I married him. I love him dearly but he is always antisocial and would prefer to stay home. He is the farthest thing from a party animal. Imagine my surprise Friday morning when he called to tell me that he rode a mechanical bull on Thursday night. I am thinking, "let me get this straight, I am hobbling around like an eighty year old woman, driving carpools to cheer leading and soccer camp and you are out riding a mechanical bull?" Oh he is so lucky he bought me Rick Springfield concert tickets.