Prrrrrr...........

A couple Prrrrrfect pictures of Rosco (left) and Cuddles (right). No, I didn't pose them. They're buds and often hang out curled up together. I don't have much to say. (Distracted by the football games which are on.) So, have a good day!

Christmas Time

Merry Christmas! Christmas came a little early this year for the Pekovitch's. I had to return to Nashville on the 25th and Tyler was to spend Christmas day with the Horton family, so we opted for Christmas on Saturday this year. Each of us kids did some last minute shopping, arriving to mom and dad's about 15 minutes late. Mom had prepared quite the feast, so after eating it was time to unwrap gifts. Then, it was off to Saturday evening Mass and back to Tina's to play with all of Tyler's "goods". The big hit was the Wii ... I remember making fun of one of my co-worker who stated he was "sore" after playing it all weekend.... (let's just say he's the one laughin' now!) Surely, I was burning calories during all that. You can't be that sore from something and not be burning calories.

Well, it all went way too fast. After a weekend of spending some quality time with each of my sibling and both parents, I had to return yesterday. Attached are a few of my favorite photos from the weekend.

Here's to another 365 days full of blessings, peace, joy and love. Happy New Year ...to come!

2 Years Later, and....

I miss this man. I'm so preoccupied. I have so much to do; laundry, pay bills, clean up the kitchen, prepare for an early arrival to work in the morning. And yet I sit here mourning the loss of an man that has been gone two years. I'm not sure a day has gone by in the past two years that I haven't thought of him; his kindness, his encouragement to me, our long talks (mostly in the last 2 years of his life), the way he always wanted to be holding your hand when he was near. I think that is my favorite thing about being with him in the early morning of his passing...I was holding his hand. The following is my journal entry from describing his passing. It's not necessarily something one would expect to read on a blog, but yet, it's a description of the my closest encounter with God, so why wouldn't I post it? Right? So....

Grab your Kleenex and proceed with a caution:

November 30th, 2005 through December 11th, 2005

Uncle Scorch Goes Home

I'm not sure how to wrap words around the events that transpired during these days. Some things are just too detailed, too beautiful for words of any language. But, some things are never to be forgotten and so I will try to describe the events of the heart with the words of the mind and rely on the Holy Spirit to move through those that read these words.

It was a little over to weeks ago that I got the call. The call was from my dad. he and my mom had been in Minnesota for several weeks, caring for my Uncle Scorch as he suffered from the last stages of cancer. Uncle Scorch had been diagnosed with multiple Myloma nearly 9 years ago. The cancer had been attributed to Agent Orange from the early part of Vietnam. Though my uncle fought hard for 8 1/2 years, he was out of options. The doctor had told him he was no longer eligible for any treatments, due to the many medications he had been on for so long. Not only that, but Uncle Scorch's kidneys were beginning to fail. His body had had enough. He was not giving up, but his body was giving in. Our earthly bodies are feeble and only capable of so much. His body had endured far more than most.

As I answered the call from my dad, I feared the thought of hearing him say Uncle Scorch had died. Rather he stated Uncle Scorch had asked he and my mom to return him to the hospital/hospice. He had been there the week before but decided he wanted to spend his last days at home. Recognizing that my uncle's care required more than my dad could do, he agreed to take Uncle Scorch back to the hospital. He was calling to let me know that Uncle Scorch knew the time was drawing near and that it was likely a matter of days before his battle would cease. I was faced with the decision of not if, but when to travel to Minnesota. My heart ached for one more chance to see his face, to hold his hand which were always so warm, mostly with love. I was at work and debated for several hours about when I should leave. I didn't have the PTO time that would be required, but I wanted to see him again. Eventually, I made the decision, bought the ticket, and left for Minnesota early the next morning.

My mind races and my heart prayed during the flight. "Please God, allow me one more time. I want him to know I am there. I want to hold his hand as his reaches out to hold yours" The flight went smoothly and I was in Duluth, MN by 4pm. Dad came to the airport and there we were standing in the St. Mary's Hospice within the hour. Nervous and grateful, I entered the room. There lay my strong Uncle Scorch, eyes half opened, mouth agape. I held his hand....warm as usual. I told him I was there and thanked him so very much for hanging on. I told how he was the strongest weak man I ever knew and how much I had learned from him over the years. I apologized for not making more of an effort to get to see him in the earlier years and asked for a sign of forgiveness. He moaned. Though he was able to hear, he was unable to speak at this time. An occasional moan or grunt were the only sounds we were blessed to hear during his last days. In some ways, I longed to hear it simply because with every moan or grunt the raspy sound of my Uncle's voice could be heard lying beneath the pain. As the days progressed the moans and grunts began to decrease. Eventually the only sign of his hearing us were the occasional tears in his eyes or a furrowing of the brow as though he was trying to hear us over the loud thoughts in his head.

The next few days were a conflict of emotions. The happiness I would feel as I held his hand. Yet the pain I felt as I watched his body become dehydrated and frail. Uncle Scorch had opted for no life support, no feeding tubes. The only thing his frail body would accept was the steady drip of pain medications and an occasional drop of water from the sponge we placed on his lips. Within days his body began to reject even the water. This was probably the most difficult time for me, watching his lips dry up and chap. Hearing the gurgle of secretions as they filled his lungs. My dad provided the much needed comfort during this time, remind me that "his body is more dying than it is living at this point. To feed him is contradictory to what his body needs. It becomes painful for him to eat when his body is shutting down." These statements served as comfort as I fought the frustration when Uncle Scorch would no longer suction his lips around the sponge as I tried to moisten his mouth.

I read every piece of hospice literature during those days. I learned what to expect as his body began to shut down. I learned what was suspected to be going on in the mind of Uncle Scorch as he prepared to make his exit. I was comforted by the thoughts of a soulbeing prepared to meet his Maker. I was comforted by the words that he already had "one foot in the door of Heaven". I held onto his hand every chance I got. Selfishly, I wanted to be holding his hand as he reached out to grasp the hand of Jesus. I would sit by his bedside, talking to him, reading to him his favorite verse, Psalm 25, praying and crying. The tears from his eyes comforted me, knowing he knew I was there.

Throughout the next several hours, I met important people in my uncle's life. His best friends, Al and Deb, his dance buddies, Dave and Linda, his pastor and several others. It was wonderful to hear stories and meet the people whose lives were touched by my Uncle. As well as those who touches his life. During the course of the week I met Carl and Pastor Thor, both of whom were there the day my Uncle surrendered his life to the Lord. What a great story! It meant so much, especially since I had been praying for him since college.

By Friday, my sister, Jerry, Brian and Tyler had decided they were going to come up and be with Uncle Scorch. They were leaving right after work and would get there as soon as they could. We told Uncle Scorch this, knowing it would be a miracle if he was still living by the time they arrived. His body was beginning to shut down. There are several signs which occur when one's body is dying- many of which I will omit. But, it's a very specific, unpleasant sight to behold. We told Uncle Scorch that Tina, Jerry, Brian and Tyler were on their way and asked, that if he had a choice, he choose to hold on until they could see him. The next hours were grueling... you could literally hear the battle going on as he fought for one more breath. His breaths more rapid, the nurse stated she wasn't sure the rest of the family would make it in time. At 1am, Saturday morning, we received the call they were about 30 minutes away. We pressed them to hurry and and asked Uncle Scorch to "just hang on".

I'm not sure if we get to negotiate our departure time with the angles, but I am pretty certain these next 60 minutes were some of the best negotiating and hardest labor my uncle ever achieved. I was a pinball for the next hour, bouncing back and forth from the nurse's station to Uncle Scorch's bedside to the phone. In and attempt to get to the hospital quicker, Brian had suggested a shortcut, which wound them up lost. (There's a lesson in that, no doubt!) At 1:45AM, Tina, Jerry, Brian and Tyler arrived at the hospice. By this time Uncle Scorch's feet were cold, though his hand still held the warmth they always had. It was a time of great sadness and joy as we stood around the bed talking to Uncle Scorch, thanking him for holding on and telling him how much we loved him. The furrowed brow and tears let me know he heard us, despite the urges from the angels telling him to "Hurry Up, Father's calling!" With that I asked dad if he minded if I prayed. Of course, he said I could. I, holding his hand with my left, placed my right hand over his heart and said, "let us pray...." During those words my uncle lifted his head 2 inches off the bed, opened his eyes and took two large breaths. My eyes then closed , I thanked GOD for the gift he had given us through Uncle Scorch and told HIM we were ready to return the gift. Uncles Scorch died during that prayer with myself, Jerry, Tina, Brian and Dad at his bedside. Without question he would have loved to have had Kelly there, but she had called and spoken to him earlier that night and was able to say good-bye.

The next several seconds seemed like hours as I praised the Lord for my own selfish, answered prayer. I got to hold the hand of Uncle Scorch as he met the Lord face to face. My prayers of grief turned to prayers of praise as I knelt at Uncles Scorch's bedside, holding his hand. It was a bit out of character for me, but I couldn't shut up. :) I kept thanking God and telling Him how good He is. I believe whole-hearted that I was closer to God during that time than during any other time of my life. And because of that, nothing but praise was acceptable during such a time. Thought my body was hyperventilating, my face tense with tears and my heart aching due to the new void... I never sensed more peace. Another conflict of emotion I'll likely never understand ...this side of Heaven.

I know this is bit much. The longest entry yet, no doubt. I don't want to forget this moment; these moments. If you took the time to read them, thank you. For this is a moment in my life that ever-changed me. In many ways, it was a mountain top experience, one never to be matched again. In another way, it was the lowest of valleys I've ever entered. Yet another conflict of emotion. I am hopeful that since "processing through this" again tonight that I will be settled tomorrow and not feel the grief I have felt this day. Thanks again for taking the time to read.

Are You Ready For Some FOOTBALL --

After a much dreaded time at work this morning, I have settled into my home doing what I absolutely love --- wearing warm, cozy pj's, eating popcorn and watching football. Yes, I'm a busy body so this day has been peppered with production such as doing laundry, spot cleaning my carpet, and making tomorrow's TO DO LIST.

If you didn't watch the Tennessee versus Kentucky game, then you seriously missed out. (I gotta tell you I was pulling for Kentucky, but they just ran out of steam.)

And, what about Notre Dame? They stink all year and pull out a win today?! Better late than never --- Go Irish!

And, now I'm pulling for Auburn as the battle the TIDE.

I LOVE DAYS LIKE THIS!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

I love this holiday. It's actually my favorite. Completely uncommericalized, simple and sincere. A holiday designed to slow us down and consider all the things for which we should be grateful. Here is my top 10 List (in no particular order):



#10. Music --- often the catalyst for sweet memories.

#9. Forgiveness --- considering how frequently I mess up; this is something I ask for frequently.

#8. My Brother and Sisters --- I'm grateful that we are close to one another, that we speak frequently and often know what is going on in the lives of one another.

#7 My Parents --- I'm grateful that I have a two GREAT parents whom I've have always known have loved me and cared about me.

#6 My Friends --- I'm grateful for the paths taken in life that have led me into relationships with so many people and have resulted in friendships with some of the most wonderful people.

#5 My Nephew, Tyler --- I'm grateful that he is as smart, kind-hearted, healthy and resilient as he is.

#4 My Job --- I'm grateful that I work for an agency that is passionate about people. I'm equally grateful that I love the people I work with and for. It makes going to work each morning an easy task.

#3 My Health --- I'm grateful for the ability to walk, run, hear, see, and to breathe in and out with little to no effort.

#2 My Freedom --- I'm grateful that I have the freedom to say what I want to say, do what I want to do, be who I want to be, and believe what I want to believe ... and that's okay.

#1 My Faith --- I'm grateful that somewhere along the way things started to click and I began to really grasp hold of the HOPE that is found in believing in a God that created, a Son that sacrificed, and a Spirit that lives within me. It makes the rough nights easier, the good days sweeter and gives everything in between purpose.

Happy Thanksgiving. May you consider the blessings you have and give thanks with a grateful heart!

This past weekend I went on a trip to a place I'd never been before. I visited Boston, MA. I really enjoyed the trip. We did a lot but there was a lot left to do so I'm hopeful for a return visit some day with my friends that so enjoy history. This is certainly the place to be for a huge history lesson. I have posted a few photos below and because I'm BLOG CHALLENGED, the photos are in no particular order.





The one to the left is of my standing in the Boston Common. It was beautiful there. I could have spent the whole day there, reading a book and people watching.










Below (with the flag) is the Museum of Fine Arts. I enjoyed this. I'm finding that as I grow older, I have more of an appreciation for good, classic art (i.e. Monet and friends). I enjoyed this part a lot but it was very crowded and the people began to annoy me some after a bit.




Above, slightly to the right, is the gravesite of Paul Revere, Jr.



Here we have the grave site of John Hancock.












The grave site of those killed in the Boston Massacre (left) and the grave of Sam Adams (right).

In addition to visiting gravesides, shopping in the marketplace and walking around the city, we also attended the Broadway Show WICKED. It was fantastic (I'll never see the Wizard of Oz through the same eyes again). I'd say there were only two downsides to it; the first being that Boston has so much to see I wasn't able to see it all. And secondly, our plane returned later than expected lastnight. I'm feeling a little sluggish today, but thank goodness for an additional day off!

Bringin' Him Home

Wanted to share these great photos- they seriously make me weepy. These are my sweet, sweet friends --- the McKinney's. And this adorable little man is their newly adopted son, Levi. They continue their venture in Vietnam as they continue the protocol needed in order to bring this little guy back to the States and to his new home. I'm so excited for them and their new family of four and I wanted to share it those few of you that read this and haven't already heard of this great family. I love them!
(FYI: I'm not sure why the date states that it is 2004, on the photo...but just for clarification, this all happened about a week and a half ago.)

The More Things Change....

.....The More They Stay The Same

From Las Vegas covered with Casinos to the living room covered with toys...

From the bridge of Sausalito to the bridge of Arnold Park ....

From watching dinner theater after weddings to watching kids run and play.

I wouldn't change a thing.

I love you guys and am glad to have you as my inner circle. I love you.... and I love your children.

Caught in the Act

You've heard the phrase "when that cats away the mice will play"? Well this is what the cats do when I'm away....

Tyler's Visit

Well, it's been a week since their visit and I'm a little slow on the BLOG ...but here it is alas:

TYLER'S ANNUAL FALL VISIT TO NASHVILLE!

We got off to a slow start as the first full day was pretty much spent working on the deck. I had asked dad to bring the tools, etc. needed to stain and finish off my deck with some lattice. Sure, I should have notified the homeowners association first, but I figure sometimes "it's better to ask forgiveness than permission", right? (It's been one week and I haven't received notification that it has to come down).

Despite Tyler's typical request to go to Cooter's (a Dukes of Hazard memorabilia store), the Aquarium for dinner, and putt-putt; I had an agenda of our own. Saturday was spent at the pumpkin patch which included the corn maze, hay-ride and searching for the best pumpkins to carve. (see photo) In case you are wondering ....that is what $48 worth of pumpkins looks like. Could that kid be any cuter?

But, my favorite (and I'm pretty sure, Tyler's favorite) part of the trip was our journey to an area county airport. A friend of mine owns a plane and had agreed to give Tyler a tour of the airfield and arrange for him to go up for an arial view of the country-side. His face was priceless as he slowing exited the plane, a little dizzy from the experience. He was quiet but managed to tell us that, William, had let him "turn the plane". Yes, my 8 year old nephew can tell his friends that he has flown a plane. Not many can top that in show and tell. (see photos)

So after pumpkin patches and airfields and several trips to Sonic for dessert; the annual fall trip to Nashville ended. Mom, dad, Tyler and Brian headed back to Illinois on Monday morning. And I returned to the reality of a full week of work.

Single is Less?

My name is Traci and I'm a workaholic. I was speaking with a friend lastnight about all the time I spend at the office. She was doing the same. We were both quick to blame it on singleness, but I've slept since then and I think differently now. I don't think my workaholic nature is a result of my marriage status, or of whether or not I have children. Sure, I have more time to spend away from home because I don't have the obligations and/or responsibilities to a husband and children. But, that doesn't mean I don't have obligations or other responsibilities. I work because I choose to work. I work because of my personality. For example, I'm off the next 3 days and there is little time for rest but it's because I like it that way. It's because I don't like to sit idle, maybe between 9 and 10 when Law and Order is on, or on Sunday when the NFL is on, but other than that I'm a busy bee.

I'm writing this because I'm mad at myself. One of my biggest frustrations with others is how people tend to discount or minimize the fulfillment of one's life/time based on their marriage status or whether or not they have children. I'll spare you the little quotes that sting me like a thousand bees, but you know them.... heck, you've probably said them. (I have and I still hate them). But my point is this, it isn't someone's marriage status or whether or not they have children that make a persons time or life more valuable. It's all about priority. I'm not less of a person because I don't have to schedule my work around children's soccer and boyscouts. I'm not incomplete because I don't share a bed with someone everynight. I'm not "less tired" because I'm not chasing kids around all day. My priorities are different because they CAN be. My schedule is full with things that are important to me. It doesn't mean that I'm not giving my life, gifts or love to someone else (it may not be a child or a husband), but I don't have to have those things in order to become fatigued from "giving my life to others".

No, I'm not meaning to preach here, but just keep this in mind:

THOSE SINGLE with NO CHILDREN: our life is just as full, just as completed and just as important as anyone else's. We're not less because of what we don't have, we're given opportunity to be/do more, because we are less restricted.

FOR THOSE MARRIED w/ CHILDREN: God Bless Ya, as you have more to consider as you schedule your life/daily events. Keep in mind that those who are single and part of your life still want to remain just that....part of your life. Find opportunities to let those people play a role in the life you have with your children and spouse.

I know I speak for both myself and my friend with whom I was speaking with lastnight, when I say that some of the greatest moments of my (our) life (lives) have come from hearing a little voice pray, or sitting around the table listening to children sing their ABC's. I'd be foolish to say/think that children and the love and joy they bring could ever be out measured by something else (I know they can't) but if I've learned one thing over the past 6 years it is that they don't have to be your children to be proud of them and to love them.

However, I can also say that some of my greatest moments have come from opporutunities to have a Girls' Weekend, to travel, to give fully and completely to a job I love, to share in the lives of others, to have restful weekends at home or to have pajama day as a 30 year old in the middle of winter.

One is not better than the other.... they are just "different" and different is good.

Home Sweet Home .... is mine again

Yep, you guessed it ---they've moved and I'm loving it.



Back in May I had offered up my home to a lady with whom I played softball. Months went by, her daughters and husband came and mid July her son started living here as well. Mid August rolled around and we had "the talk". You know the one - the "I'm glad you like it here, and I was able to help you out, but y'all gotta go" talk. Well this past weekend they listened. They bought a home and moved out on Friday and it was a great weekend. A weekend of me, my cats and a whole lot of football. (Go BEARS, TITANS, and DENVER!)



Don't get me wrong, I don't regret the offer. The family was great. And honestly for a family of five, including a 6,9, and 15 year old I think things went very smoothly. I just started noticing that I was out numbered and found myself retreating to my room to get the solitude I needed after a long work day. And that led to the aforementioned "talk". Anyways, they found a home of their own and this weekend I spent simply enjoying my own.



I 've contemplated going into a "preachy" chat about being grateful for a place to lie your head at night. I've contemplated reminding you how important it is to be grateful that your life, your circumstances, your lot in life leads you to a house, apartment or whatever you call home at the end of the day. I'm tempted to remind you that there are hundreds of people in downtown Nashville, thousands throughout our nation and millions throughout our world that have no place to lie their head, rest their feet and call home. I'm fighting the urge to tell you that neither you nor I are any better than those less fortunate, that we are called to help, and that it whatever "it" is for you (home, job, money, wealth, car, family) can be taken from us in an instant. And if I were to tell you all of these, I'd also encourage you once you are done reading this blog to give a moment of praise and appreciation to He who provided it for you. (Of course, that is all if I were going to be preachy, but I won't.)

Like a fine wine....

So, I'm lying here in bed doing the one thing you aren't really supposed to do before going to sleep ---- playing on my computer. "They" say it's over-stimulating and can lead to difficulties sleeping. I certainly don't need any help in that department but it seems the only time of day to really settle back and catch up on my friends by viewing their blogs. I love technology and it's ability to keep us connected. Special "props" to my great friend Mark and sweet friend, Holly, for keeping their blogs up to date. (That's a hint for the rest of you!)

I just got through reading/looking at the photos from Holly's blog and I gotta tell you; I'm feeling really, really old about now. My best friend from high school as five, COUNT 'EM, FIVE kiddos! How does that happen??? (I mean, I know how that happens. No worries, I did watch the video in 5th grade, but really---- five kids???) So, now I lie here thinking about all the things that make me feel old. It's not a bad feeling, just the feeling of life lived. Of blessings. Of joy. Of friendships. Of experience. And so I thought I'd share a new top 10 list....

10 Signs of Age: (in no particular order)

10.) Yawning at 8:30, in bed before 10 ... and feeling good about it.
9.) The NEWS being the first thing I watch in the morning and the last thing I watch at night.
8.) Being content with going to the gym even if the drive there was longer than the actual workout.
7.) Preferring NOT to talk on the phone, if at all possible. (My mom will NEVER believe that!)
6.) Talking to my cat or myself in order to remember things. ( I remember thinking my mom was crazy when she did that.)
5.) Actually saying the words " you have so much potiential, you just need to apply yourself". (I have actually said this to three different kids in my life....again, mom will LOVE that. As will many of my teachers!)
4.) Kids I once taught to play basketball are now kicking my tail at it.
3.) Laugh lines, crows feet, and a list of other body changes I'd rather not discuss (and that's without having children!)
2.) Having to work towards goals for the "next 30 years".
1.) In case I haven't mentioned it --- my best friend from high school has FIVE children. :) (And, I've only met one!)

Yeah, some days I feel really old but most days I just feel very blessed. I think about all the things I've been fortunate enough to do over the past 33 years and pray for another 33 years to have equally enjoyable experiences.

Let me share one short story to tie this all together: I work with a very sick, under-privledged, mis-understood group of people. Today I was working with a 23 year old girl, victimized at a very young age in ways my mind can't even begin to comprehend. As I was trying to assist her with attaining some housing and getting her basic needs met she began yelling at me. After several minutes of cursing and yelling, I finally said "I'm trying to help you. Why are you yelling at me?" Placing her face in her hands, she began to cry unable to speak. I stepped away to give her some time to collect herself. A short time later she entered my office and presented me with a piece of drawing paper. On it was a heart, a few other figures (I honestly couldn't make out) and the phrase "You don't know what you have." When I asked her what this meant she said, "It's the answer to your question."

I share this story to share this --- yes, I may feel old from time to time. I may get frustrated with things I don't have that I thought I'd have by now. Or I may get frustrated with the things that I do have that I thought I'd avoid. But this was just a reminder that I'm blessed. I don't deserve the good things in my life any more or any less than anyone else deserves what they do or do not get. It's just the way it's happened and I'm grateful. And I hope that I am more quick to really identify and acknowledge and give gratitude for what I do have.

What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger

If you have read my blog recently then you know that I went home last weekend. As I always do when I get home (or at Tina's, where I often stay), I look around the house. I look in the living room for new pictures that might be place around, I check out the fridge and pantry to see what goodies might be hiding there and I check out Tyler's room because each time it looks more and more like a "big kids room" and not that of the small boy I remember.

But during this most recent visit, it wasn't the food in the fridge or any new pictures on the walls that caught my attention. It was a drawing Tyler had recently created of his family. It was propped up in my sisters bedroom next to the door. It wasn't the bright colors that caught my eye or the fact that he colored his dog brown when in fact, she is white. The first thing that caught my attention was the fact that his drawing included two people; he and his mom standing side by side. But, the thing that truly made me stop and ponder the picture was the stature and strength portrayed in the picture. Yes it was a mother and son standing side by side as you would expect. But at first glance you might assume you were looking at two super-heros; broad shouldered, deep colors, and stance that showed strength and durability...and in my mind, knowing what they've been through over the past couple years- RESLIENCE.

Resilience is defined in Websters Dictionary as an ability to recover from or adjust easily to misfortune or change. These two have done just that in the past 8 months or so and they haven't done it separately; but rather together. Though my sister has a slim, frail build she's the strength of a thousand horses and her son sees that. He drew that in that picture. And as most kids, he models after that which is shown to him and therefore; he too, has the same strength, confidence, and reslience of his mom.

There are times when I look at Tyler (and his mom) and get tear-filled eyes. Not out of sadness for the losses they have had, but for pride for the strength and character they have shown.

Things You Never Knew You Never Knew

10 Things You Never Knew You Never Knew About Traci:


10) I trim my arm hairs --- not my pits, I shave those.

9) I shower every morning and every night - I try not to when at other’s home, just out of respect for their water bill. But it wakes me in the morning and calms me before bed.

8) I don’t like polka dots --- not on clothes, not on curtains, no where….. They make me dizzy.

7) I long to go to New Zealand; that is the one place my Uncle Scorch always wanted to go but never got the chance. I’ll go there for both of us some day.

6) I cheated my way through 5th grade math (probably why I hate balancing the checkbook today).

5) I have a dis-formed fingernail on my right thumb; I often try to hide it.

4) I got a tattoo (sober); my friend’s wouldn’t even allow one Corona before the needle stuck and I’m deadly afraid of needles. Well, maybe not deadly but they have a history of making me pass out.

3) I fought a boy in the 7th grade….and won. (Later that day he asked me to be his girlfriend. I said “yes”.)

2) I once fell off the back of a fire truck, got a concussion and played in a volleyball tournament that very day. (We won, we beat Maroa… and Deb Pope!)

1) I love my friends and family dearly and love that I had to think hard to think of something you didn’t already know about me. Oh, but wait, you already knew that too….didn’t you?

Boys Will Be Boyz

Kids grow up so fast. I went home this weekend for my nephew's 8th birthday. EIGHT, can you believe that?? I sure can't. Not only do they grow up but they grow out and grow in, too:

• They grow out of hugs and kisses (when I went to give him a big hug and kiss, he looked at me and said "Don't, just do this" and proceeded to give me a high-five.) Are you kidding me??? I wanted a hug from the little dude, but you can't force these things.

• They grown into instilling fear into others (My sister and Tyler had been away for a short trip and I wasn't expecting them to return until Saturday morning. To my surprise they returned early -- only it wasn't early --- it was near 11pm at night and I was asleep in bed. Tyler got a thrill out of scary the heeby-jeebies out of me. I nearly pee'd my pants. (I didn't tell him that).

• They grow out of cuddling on the couch to watch cartoons Only thing he wanted to cuddle with was the controller to the x-box.

• They grow out of the excitement of a far away relative paying a visit and prefer sleep-overs with friends they see week in and week out. (Trace didn't rank #1 this visit). :(

• They grow out of their awkwardness and find their body control This nephew of mine is gonna be one heck of a basketball player. (His aunts and uncle bought him a basketball hoop and what a great investment this was)! Tina, we get dibs on any sideline tickets at the NBA playoffs.

• They grow more and more loved with each passing day Though I was a little taken aback by how much Tyler's grown and just how different he is and how that affected my time spent with him. I was pleased. I was pleased because this little guy has gone through more in his first 8 years of life than what most of us only dare to imagine. I was encouraged because though life has dealt him situations that have forced him to grow beyond his years; he's still just an 8 year old boy. A boy who is loved with all the love a person has to offer.

And so even though, my visits from here on out will consist of slimy worms, fishing trips, basketball games, and boy sleep-overs --- I'll take it. Because he's right where he is supposed to be; in a loving home, surrounded by people that love and care for him, and has all the support and love a person could ever want found right within his family and friends. Pretty luck 8 year old, wouldn't you say??

Confessions Of A College Grad

Wow this is gonna be tough since everyone that reads this knows me so well!

Hmmmmm.... 10 Things You Never Knew You Didn't Know about Traci:

• 1- I don't like wearing the colors black and navy blue together.
• 2- I am scared of clowns.
• 3- I iron the t-shirts I wear to the gym to workout.
• 4- I nearly always drive over the speed-limit (do I have any police officer friends reading this?)
• 5- I once broke into someone's home and stole their Christmas tree (leaving all their decorations behind). (Theft)
• 6- I once got written up for vandalism. (Vandalism)
• 7- I once climbed a city water tower. (Trespassing)
• 8- I once ran from the police (in high school). (Evading police)
• 9 - I once got stopped by the police for speeding....three times in one month.... TWO DAYS IN A ROW. (see #4).
• 10- I skinny-dipped in a kiddie pool. (Indecent exposure).

Not only am I awful at this game, but I created a new game. How many misdemeanor laws can one person break and not get caught?

Next question... how many of you were with me when I did these things? Not mentioning any names..... uhh -hmmmm????

Happy Saturday

HAPPY SATURDAY, FRIENDS!

Not much to say today, but it's been a week or so since my last post so I thought I'd check in and update you on any happenings in my life. (Of which there are few).



Here's the top three most asked questions lately (from those reading my blog):



1.) How are you sleeping?

2.) How are you feeling?

3.) Is that family still with you?



And here are the answers:



1.) I'm sleeping better lately. The medicine (Lyrica) the doctor put me on seems to be helping with my pain and discomfort at night. I've only been on the full dose for a few days, so it's probably too early to tell it this is gonna work but so far I have a good feeling about it all. I go to see the Rheumotologist (sp?) on September 12th.



2.) As stated above, I'm feeling pretty good. Minus the pulled tricep I got the other night when attempting to take a total body workout class. I started off with a little too much weight and about thirty minutes into the class was lucky to have not dropped the weights on my head.



3.) And lastly, yes - yes the family is still living with me. BUT, it gets better .... now its a family of five! Yes, that's right FIVE! The kids are all in school now, but as you can imagine 6, 9, and 15 year old children have a lot of energy and coming home to rest at night is a thing of the past. The mother and I had a talk lastnight in which I told her that I was "ready for change". I explained that I've reached the point where I feel as though its starting to drag on and I'm ready for the light at the end of the tunnel. She assured me they have a plan to be in a place of their own or renting by Sept 14th. Again, I'm bending --- but, it's not like their bad people and it's been horrible. That is not the case. It's nothing more and nothing less than I want my space and my privacy back. It's coming.



Well, that is basically the up-to-date news for me. I'm headed home next weekend to spend some time with my family for Tyler's birthday. Can you believe he is going to be 8!!!??? I can't believe it. Seems like yesterday I was dancing around the living room with him in my arms or teaching him how to ride a bike with no training wheels. He's doing great. He's into all sorts of sports (which, of course, makes me very excited) most recent sport of choice --- swimming. He recently told my sister that when he grows up he plans to be a diver. Apparently the diver's that found his dad last December made an impression on him and now he states he wants to do the same. Sure, our goals and aspirations change here and there as kids, but for now I thought it was very telling as to how the little man is doing.

Well that is pretty much it for me. I hope you all have a great Saturday and weekend and I'll touch base soon!

An answer please....

Okay, so in my previous blog I was complaining about lack of sleep, right? Well, I've finally had enough because it wasn't just the lack of sleep that was getting to me. It was a list of other symptoms I've had over the course of the past several years, all of which I've been treated for individually. I finally broke down on Wednesday and called that doctor (who by the way is EXCELLENT) and scheduled an appointment for yesterday.



I have a great relationship with my doctor and unlike most doctors, I am able to talk with him as I would talk to any of my family and friends to express my concerns and frustrations. So, as soon as he enters he says, "What's going on?" With tears in my eyes and in almost dramatic fashion I laid my head on the counter next to me and said, "I'm just tired of being tired from the headaches and muscle tension." We spoke for about 25 minutes, describing how I feel, "sleepless nights, constant headache (not always migraines, but constant), muscle spasms, achy feelings in my back, neck, shoulders, and legs" I described it as a "constant whiplash feeling that keeps me awake and tense when I'm trying to relax."



Of course, as I often do, I had began researching on my own what I thought it could be ... he asked me and I told him, "Fibromyalgia" He concurred but stated he wanted to send me to a Rheumatologist to rule out a few things and we'd go from there. He assured me this visit wasn't in vain and stated there were medications that could possibly provide me with increased sleep and decrease muscle tension as well as releive me from the many other symptoms I've had. And so I wait. I'm NOT diagnosed yet but will see the specialist and he'll says for sure.



All this to say, I feel there is hope and will keep you updated as to what I find out. I'm actually praying for a diagnosis to offer justification to how I've been feeling and direction for treatment.

I want to quit feeling like a hypocondriac and have someone put a "name" on all these symptoms. Please pray that it is as we suspect so that it can be treated and I can do from there.

Zzzzzzz

Ya know what I hate? Not being able to get to sleep. I mean, I'm a fairly routine person. I find a schedule and it usually isn't long before I don't need an alarm clock to get me going in the morning. BUT, this night time-getting to sleep stuff drives me NUTS!! I've had trouble getting to sleep for as long as I can remember. I remember as a kid lying in bed, staring at my night light until I fell asleep. I also remember resting my head on the window sill above my bed, staring out the window watch Todd Swonk (isn't it funny how we remember names) mess around on his motorcycles .... likely why I have one today... until I fell into my nightly slumber. Then shortly after college, the stresses of not having a solid job and lacking firm direction, kept my thoughts spinning at night and my eyes wide. I remember often watching the clock tick away hour by hour until it was time to get up and start the day. Nothing worse that having to go to work (back then it was mowing college lawns) on 45 - 60 minutes sleep. And here it is years later, past my bedtime and I lie awake. Well, thank goodness for laptops and blogs to occupy my mind as I attempt to tire myself out.

I know, I know... they make medicines for this, you say. Of course, and I have it. The best of the best, in my opinion. But do you have any idea how expensive that stuff is? Not to mention addictive? And so I use it sparingly. Sure, I've tried counting sheep --- I'm not a fan of that game. And of course, there is always the "count your blessings" till you fall asleep game. I'm a fan of that, but honestly my mind gets so carried away I can't often stay on task. In many ways I think night-time is the time my mind gets busy trying to catch up to everything my body did and didn't do during the day.

My dad struggles with the same thing... I always tell him to make a list of the things he's thinking about. Sort of an "emptying of the mind" if you will. It often works for me... but not lately. Lately it's a deep penetrating ache in my muscles. Not a cramp so much as a tightness or stiffness that doesn't go away. It's a constant ache and it is really starting to get annoying. Sure, I read the internet, I talk to MD's but do I really want to take more medicines for something like this? No. And so I ask.... does anyone out there have any "secrets to sleep" methods?

I currently do the following:

Lie down consistently between 10:30 and 11:15pm each night.
Shower or bathe each night right before bed to relax my muscles and stay in routine.
Sometimes, take Ambien or Melatonin (though not enough to get addicted).
Pray.
Stretch.

And so again I ask.... can anyone out there give me some helpful hints on things you do to be able to get a good nights sleep?

The Nicest Guy I Know

This is my brother and tomorrow he will be 30 years old. That blows my mind. And so this blog is a tribute to my brother, Brian, the nicest guy I know.

Of course, I was only three or so when Brian was born, but I remember being pretty excited that mom was bringing home a BOY. There are many things I see today that remind me of growing up with my brother; Legos, Transformers, Scooby -Doo, and farm equipment. Life hasn't changed much over the past 30 years as my nephew, almost 8, shares many of the same interest as his uncle Brian did those years ago.

I have fond memories of growing up with my brother, but it's not so much who he was back then that makes me proud; but rather who he's come to be. His busy schedule of church camps, school activities, working on the farm, tutoring and babysitting isn't due to a guy that can't say "no". He's a busy guy because he is loyal, committed, compassionate, and dedicated to others. He cares about people, not just his family, not just his friends, not just kids ... but PEOPLE. He's a man that doesn't take much time for himself, because that would be taking away from care and attention he could be giving to others.

My hope for my, one and only, brother is that others would see that he is truly "a one and only" type of guy. I hope that others would appreciate him as much as I do, but show it to him more.

I hope that he takes care of himself half as well as he takes care of others. And I hope he knows that even though I've probably never said it until tonight; he truly is the nicest guy I know.

Happy Birthday, Brian!

PS: If anyone out there knows of any single girls --- so is he! (karla).... sorry, couldn't resist. ;)

Checking in...

Wow, it's been awhile since my last post. I guess that's just a sign that not much is going on to report on this month. The family I'm housing continues to reside in my home. And though it's going well, I'm reminded of just how much I like "my space" and I'm not referring to the website. I've been amazed at just how introverted I've become over the last 10 years or so; how does that happen?

Work has been going well. It's the time of year when reports are due, new employees are being hired and the big news is that next week is my 5 year anniversary with the agency. Crazy, isn't it? (Pardon the pun.) ;)

As far as the home goes ... I continue to love it. The big decision to be made now is "just how do I plan to grow grass on 2 inches of dirt laid upon several feet of stone?" My yard has much to be desired... maybe I'll share photos tomorrow. As for tonight, it's too dark to get out and take some.

Well, I wish I had more to share. Something deep and thought provoking but at this point, I'm just waiting for bedtime. Trying to relax and plan my day for tomorrow. I just thought I'd check in and let those of you who actually read this know that I'm still among the living --living one day at a time.

Bed Time

Hi friends.... just thought I'd check in. Not much to say today. Tired, sore throat and really just ready to go to bed. Seems too early. Something about going to bed before the sun does that makes that difficult for me. My mind races thinking about all the things I have to do, but then I'm reassured by the fact that I'm off on Wednesday. Perhaps I'll get my "stuff" done then. For tonight, I'm feeling that the bed and pillow are just what I need. So... I guess I'll go find me some vitamin C to fight off this cold-like feeling I feel coming my way and turn in for the night. Good night, friends.

Drinks for the Thirsty

After a little persuasion from my pastor, I've recently signed on to coordinate the Outreach Ministry at my church. It's a small church, consisting of about 45-50 regular attenders. The people are few but the hearts are mighty and I'm thrilled to be part of this community.



Anyway, back to my story.... so today was our first outreach effort. After sharing in some conversation, my pastor has adopted a new found passion for the homeless. (This is the population I serve through my day to day job). He asked that I assist in coordinating an effort to assist this population. I kept it simple and we called it Drinks for the Thirsty. As you might expect the objective of this effort was simply to provide cold, refreshing water to the homeless individuals on the streets of Downtown Nashville. So, after an abbreviated church service consisting of a few songs, communion and a brief orientation of what we were going to be doing, we headed downtown.



Let me back up for just a second. Between the "church service" and the "orientation" we provided an opportunity for those not planning to participate in the outreach effort to leave. Not one person stood to leave. Yeah, that's right, we had 100% participation from those attending our service today! Not bad for the first event, huh? That just goes to show the type of people with whom I worship. They were "hungry for an opportunity to serve others" and it was great!



Two hours later, we had given out nearly 600 bottles water to the thirsty. We weren't out to evangelize or recruit others to our church or even to the Lord for that matter. We went out with the intentions of meeting people where they were at and providing them with a basic need that so many of us take for granted. On a 95 degree summer day, who couldn't use a drink of water? We're having a time of sharing next Sunday, so I'll follow up with a few stories later next week.



I don't share this to say, "Look at me. Look at what I did!" I share this to remind anyone who might be reading this to remember that providing the simple things is just another way of meeting people where there at. And to encourage each of you to be aware of the simple things that we take for granted day in and day out.

Pieces of You

Days full of joy...
Memories for a lifetime from a little girl and boy.
Smiles that melt my heart,
Hugs that touch my soul,
The laughter that still lingers makes my heart feel full.
Memories of the parks,
Feeding ducks at the lake,
Rules said at nap-time,
the hugs when you'd awake.
Trips to the zoo,
Watching trains throughout the day,
The sound of your voice as you learned to pray.
The never ending traing songs
always right on key,
still echo through my ears; they're all part of me.
Although now you're gone and I don't see you day to day
there's something in my memory thatwill not go away.
The smiles that melt my heart, the hugs that melt my soul, those big brown eyes
looking back at me...
the piece that makes me whole.

written by Traci Pekovitch; January 11th, 2000

I had the privledge of caring for these children during their earliest years of life. I have the blessing now that they are still in my life and that the times we spend together are just as sweet as they always were. They were in town this week and I took yesterday off to spend the day with them. We played, talked, looked through old photos, and even read this poem together. Justin was able to recall some of the memories and sweet moments together. Audrey, however, was much too young. The great thing is regardless of what they do and do not remember about our days together; one thing they remember and never will forget is they are loved. They are loved by me and forever will be.

Rosco

Not much to say today... I'm sitting at home, watching my homebuilders walk through my home and repair the damages and such that have occured over the last 12 months or so at my home. Nothing major; a little caulking and dry-wall repair, painting and then their done. So, while they are running around doing their work, my cat sits under the bed scared to death at all the activity. And it makes me think --- I should introduce my blogging friends to my other cat, Rosco. (I believe I introduced you to Cuddles on Valentines Day).



So, alas ...I give you Rosco. Yes, it's as in Rosco P. Coltrane, from the Dukes of Hazzard. Rosco is a great cat, but very shy and timid; not only around others, but around me too. He's been under the bed all day since the workers got here. It's not uncommon to go a day or two without seeing him. Anyway, I just thought I'd share a photo. I'll get a better one sometime in the near future and throw it on the blog just for kicks, but for now I just wanted you to see him.

Daddy's Girl

I am a very fortunate person. My dad has been in my life since day one. And now over 33 years later he's still in my life ...and I'm blessed. I have fond memories of me and my dad, some of the earliest memories are of me following him around asking "What are you doing now?" Whether he was mowing the grass, fixing the car or going fishing I wanted to be right there. I also remember trips to Grandad Joe's pool hall and dad teaching me how to hold the pool stick. I'm still not great, but I'm decent and I owe it to him. As I grew older, much of my time with dad was spent out on the basketball court, playing a game of HORSE and afterwards sitting in the lawn chairs sharing a conversation. Dad worked a lot but he often, made it to my sporting events; his holler of "Come on, Trace!" would echo through the gym, announcing his arrival and reminding the officials that #32's dad was watching them. Now that I'm older, my sporting events are a thing of the past, but one thing I know; my dad is still one of my biggest fans. And that is as it should be.

These days my time with dad is often spent on the telephone, catching up on the status of his latest projects. Dad's a hard worker; retired now for over a year he's just as busy as ever. But, I'm thankful that despite his busyness he makes time for a phone call to me and spending time with Tyler, his one and only grandson. It's these two simple things that make him a great dad to me and a wonderful grandfather to Tyler.

Again, I'm blessed. I'm blessed that I have a dad that makes me proud to call myself, "Daddy's girl".

Life well lived....

ALERT ---- you may need tissues when reading this entry!





Sunday morning, I logged onto my computer, connected to the blogs of my friends and began to read Karla's latest entry. (If you haven't read it, please do and become aquainted with one of the greatest women to walk this earth).





The picture alone served as catalyst for tears, but the words that accompanied the photo filled my heart with a joy and thankfulness I sometimes forget to acknowledge. You see, Karla spoke of the laughter and love, care and courage and rebuke her mother showed to her. And as I read I thought, "yes, Phyllis did indeed offer all that and so much more to Karla". And then I thought, "and what a blessing, because she offered all that to me as well." And the blessing continues because, she passed that love, laughter, care, concern, and even that loving rebuke right on down to her daughter (who just happens to be one of my very best friends).





I've been pondering these thoughts since Sunday. I've been thinking about the concept of "sharing ourselves with others". Though Karla was indeed lucky to have such a sweet, sweet woman as her mother; I, too, was blessed not only to have known and loved Sweet Phyllis but to know and love her daughter as well. It is a life well lived when you live in such a way that the very best of you can be seen in others. I miss Sweet Phyllis; I miss stopping for lunch on my way home to IL, I miss hearing her pick up the phone when I call to say hi, I miss her laugh and the way she used to call me "Trace". But, I'm grateful because though there is a void in my life due to her absence on earth, my heart is fuller becaues I had the opportunity to love and be loved by someone such as her. And the blessing continues to grow because my sweet friend Karla is so very much like her mother. So, I guess in the end --- it's all as it should be... we all continue to be blessed by another life well lived.

8 year olds and death threats

I recently vacationed with a friend of mine down in South Carolina. We went to the beach for a few days to join her brother, wife and three children for some fun in the sun. However, in addition to her family was the family they frequently vacation with, consisting of three other children. So, yes, that means I just vacationed with six children... doesn't sound like it could have been relaxing, does it?

In exchange for a free night at the beach house, my friend and I had agreed to babysit the six kids while the parents went out for a night on the town. In attempt to reduce the anxiety in the two 18 month old girls, we opted to take them for a walk as the parents made their exit. It worked and the rest of the night was pretty low key. We had "movie night" and attempted to create a movie theatre atmosphere for the kids. All went well until each and everyone of them fell asleep and I attempted to get the 8 year old up and into bed. She was resistant and refused to go to bed. (I knew we'd have some trouble her earlier in the day when she was found, stifling through my friend's bag, and had admittely lied to her father about "finding" her mom's wedding ring on the floor.) Anyway, she was more than resistant and I became firm with her telling her that going to bed was not an option. She went to bed. However, the next morning I awoke to a note being slid under the door. In eight year old grammar she said, she didn't like to be told what to do and that I "treated her like crap." She ended the letter by saying she "had killed me in my sleep". Disturbing? Yes. Scared? Not for myself but for her and her parents and the years to come.... most definitely.

It ended with a soft spoken, though clearly not sincere apology. I have to say in all my time spent with children it was the first time I heard "because I threatened to kill you" as the response when asked, "what are you sorry for?"

Other than that, the vacation was great. Tours of downtown Charleston, walks along the ocean collecting sea shells, spending time with a good friend, and fun kids to boot. It was quick but it was good. And now tomorrow it's back to reality; voicemails, emails, crisis, and trouble-shooting. I can hardly wait.

Roommates

I have something tonight that I haven't had in years.... a roommate. Actually, if I were to be specific, I have 4, yes, that's right... FOUR roommates. To say I'm anxious about it would be a HUGE understatement. But here's how it happened -



About six weeks ago, I began playing softball with a group of ladies, most of whom I had never met before. Well, after a game about three weeks ago, we went out to eat and I overheard one of the women talking about how she was looking for a place to stay. I ignored it at first, I mean, I certainly didn't want a roommate. But as I continued to listen to her situation it reminded me of about 51/2 years ago when I was in a similar predicament. Basically this lady had moved to TN due to a job transfer and her husband and two children were back in Arizona, finishing out the school year. She had been here for four months living with a lady in a small apartment and though the situation had worked initially, it was time for her to move on. So she continues to speak of her desire to see her husband and kids more as the only time she is able to see them now is (was) on weekends every now and then. Long story short, somewhere between "need a place to stay" and "We're hoping it will only be a month" I offered to let her stay with me. Well as things do with families things are ever changing. The arrival date got changed and not only that but with her came the children and husband. They are staying for the week. AND, she's hoping to let them stay here with her for longer. I didn't commit to that --- that could be a bit much. I told her we'd see how the first week went and go from there.



I was a nanny. I can mix and gel with the best and worst of family dynamics, but there is just something about having a whole family reside within your single family home. I think its going to work out; I'm just having to keep myself in check. The sad reality is that I have grown quite accustom to my ways, my idiosyncrasies and this, that and the other. The perks are: a little extra cash flow, the dad loves to cook, its company for the cats during the day and they love Law and Order. The down side: I can't go bra-less after work, I have to share my popcorn, and there is always that feeling of having to be accommodating even when I don't feel like it. Yeah, yeah... I know many/most of you are thinking "yeah, that's my life everyday. It's what families do". But, just remember, I'm not married. I'm not in love with these people; heck I barely know them. I'm not trying to be a martyr here; I'm simply telling you this for prayer. I want to provide a place for this family to reconnect as they have been apart for four months. But, I'd be lying if I didn't say I'm struggling with giving up my peace and quiet, my space....and my popcorn. :)



So here's my request as it concerns this situation:

• For Janel and Scott's house to sell back in AZ putting them in a better situation to purchase a house here in TN.


• For Scott to find employment here in Nashville or a nearby town.


• For the girls, ages 6 and 9, to be comfortable during this transition.


• For me, that I might gain increased selflessness, patience and flexibility.


• For all of us to keep the lines of communication open and honest with regard to expectations.

Like I said, I think it will all be fine. I'm just a little "nervous" about it. Keep me in your prayers.

Time Well Spent

As anyone reading this knows, I used to be a nanny. I cared for two great boys for several years. I don't see them as frequently as I used to, but in recent weeks I've been attending B's baseball games in an effort to show my continued interest in those things that interest them. Of course, that's easy when their interest is the same as mine.... sports. So I went over lastnight for dinner and to watch our favorite show, 24. Benji and I spent the first hour and a half playing ping-pong and tossing the baseball around. It was great. Not simply because I went 3-0 in ping-pong, and not due to the fact that Benji was impressed with my arm during catch. I love my current job. I love making a difference in the lives of others. But lastnight I was reminded simply spending time with those two boys was one of the best jobs I could have ever asked for. I continue to reap the benefits of my time spent with "the guys"; big hugs, long talks, playing ball, and the feeling of pride I get when I see what great young men they are turning out to be.

His first date???

This one's gonna come back to haunt him....don't you think? My Ty-guy's first date. He looks scared, she looks shy. As it should be. :)

The real deal is this handsome nephew of mine was involved in the high school prom. Not sure what he did exactly but whatever it was; I have no doubt was done to perfection!

On a "heavier" note, this same handsome guy is currently in the hospital. So if you're reading this and one of my prayer warriors ---pray on. Other than pnemonia, high fever and recovery from a recent tonsilectomy (sp?) we're not sure what the deal is. From what my sister says; he's healthy enough to know he doesn't want to be there and sick enough that he needs to be. A seven year old can only color so much, ya know?

As for me, I once again struggle with not being close enough to pay the little guy a visit. I have no doubt I could offer up some silly song and dance to muster up a giggle. (And, no, it wouldn't be Barry Manilow, Karla!) So with that here's my prayer list:

-clarity for the doctors as they attempt to diagnose and treat his symptoms.

-rest and good spirits for Tyler as he may have to stay a little longer than intially anticipated.

-rest and peace of mind for my sister, Tina, as she attempts to work a few hours each day and sleep at the hospital each night.