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I found this a worthy cause in my morning internet workout. For more infomation, visit savethepumpkins.org

Daytime TV is only good on pain killers. I actually watched Geraldo today.

I know I am healing. I know it takes time. I am just so bored. And tired.

Good night.

Ow.

My belly button is swollen huge. Purpley reds and yellows. I think my surgeon played a round of golf while he was in there with a nine-iron.

Hello friends. This is PinkHairedGirl letting you know that Anne’s surgery went perfectly! The surgery only lasted 30 minutes and she may even be able to go home TODAY!

Wow… Praise God for keeping our friend Anne safe. I know Anne appreciated your prayers!

**Edit -Hi, everyone. This is Anne! The surgery was a breeze and I know it is because of all you praying peeps out there. I went under around 10am and was awake at 11:15am, and home a little before 3pm.

Although I am sore where the incisions are (they made 4 small ones, including one right under my belly button), I am feeling really well and even already ate part of a cookie, which would have sent me in fits normally.

Have a great weekend!

I am posting my weekend thought a day early since I’ll be quite drugged this weekend. They actually moved my gall bladder surgery to happen at noon 9:30 am Friday (Central Time) instead of the early morning slot I had before. So…prayers are appreciated. For guiding my incredibly young surgeon’s hands, and that my body won’t freak out that it is missing an organ. This week hasn’t been too bad in the pain department up until last night, when I lost some of my self control. I took in about 18g of fat instead of 10g for the day and paid the uncomfortable consequences at bed time.

As far as the weekend thought…

WHY PRAY?

Have a great weekend, and thanks for your prayers.

(Thanks, Deana).

So, after a few doctors appointments, I finally have an answer. If you’ve been reading for over the last year, you’ll know my gall bladder has been freaky. So, all of the pain and stuff I’ve been experiencing is because he decided to wig out on me again. This time I fight back.

Next Friday, October 20, at 6am, I will be saying goodbye to my gallbladder (whom I have affectionately named “Bladdy”). And I am thinking, for those of you in the DFW area, what could be more fun than a going away party for my gallbladder? So Thursday, October 19 at 8pm, we are going to have a “Bye Bye Bladdy” party at the newest and best cafe in Rockwall, Texas Roast. Please RSVP here or shoot me an email. Woohoo for gallbladder parties!

Prayers of course are appreciated. If you’re a need-to-know kind of person, read here to see what they’ll be doing.

Not to worry, but I’ve been having some girl issues over the last few days that will probably require some surgery. I am supposed to find out today. I know it sounds weird, but if you can pray that they can do the surgery sooner than later that would be great. It has been a two year battle which I have never given into the surgery, but it’s to the point where surgery would be a relief. If you’ve emailed in the last couple of days and I’ve not responded, please forgive me. I haven’t spent a lot of time at the computer and probably won’t for the next few days. I’ll update when I know more. Thanks for your prayers.

I have been reading Erwin McManus’ “Uprising” today, and I’m about halfway through it. In it, he talks about integrity and how (my paraphrase) when the crap hits the fan, we will show what we’re made of with our attitude. Either we’ll be reflecting the grace of God or we’ll be showing our true nature.

Today has been a really crappy day. Let’s just say neither of our cars are working right (one isn’t working at all), we got stranded in San Marcos for a couple hours because our newest car decided not to start. We get back and the kitchen is totally infested with ants. Nothing really major in comparison to the really horrible things going on in the world, but still, really frustrating.

So, even after just reading this bit about integrity, I don’t even give it a second thought and retreat to my old vices. I get really pissed off and drive like an idiot with the radio blaring, and white-knuckling the steering wheel and putting my safety at risk. I think how easy it would be to go home, drink a huge glass of wine to “relax” or medicate my attitude in some other way. That’s what I did in the past and it helped, so it would surely be okay now, right? Then, some guy emails me with a rude comment and I instantly snap back at him just as rudely and then I realize how stupid I am being (and email him again to apologize).

Anyway, all that to say, if you read my blog…please do not hold me up on some pedestal. While we were in Scotland, James was joking that I pastor a megachurch because of the number of people that visit this site in a month, and I want to officially let it be known to you that I am human, a woman of many faults & weaknesses and lack the faith to trust God in crappy times and instead rely on my own anger-management habits.

Now I am going to take a really deep breath and go to bed.