my life is full of redundancy. i do it now, i did it yesterday, i'll do it in 5 minutes if the family is here, i'll do it in half and hour, i'll do it before bed, i'll do it tomorrow, and next week, and next month, and every day inbetween.  you know, the housework, the laundry, the dishes, the stepping on and picking up of toys. Kids' toys, dog's toys, my husband's toys.  And i love them all but i'm tired of the redundancy and the complacency of, "....mom can get it"  or, " it's mom's job",   not that those words are actually used (in words, but in actions....)

to break up the monotony of life i go to the chiropractor for my scoliatic back and ill-angled neck thrice a week, i'm having an interview today for a part-time job at a local library, and i get an MRI Monday to see what the hell is going on in my brain.  Haven't we all wondered that much too often!
  But this week my mother-in-law's husband died after he was found unconscious.  He had suffered a severe heart attack and when we spoke with her She told us he had neither kidney nor brain function.  My hub goes to be w his family today.  This is exactly what we DON'T want to break up the monotony.  But whatever God chooses we deal with and he chose this.
   So today is full of hurry up and wait, anxiety, and the nausea that i get that comes with said anxiety.  as long as it doesn't hit me full force on the highway i'll be fine. 
My MRI, which i've been waiting a few months for the insurance to okay, only came in two days ago and i'm happy.  Both because i'm glad to be getting it done and I'll be glad when it's done.  We are looking inside, through dust bunnies and cobwebs, into a family history of migraines, MS, and stroke as i have begun jumbling my words when i speak or dropping things i can't seem to grip properly.  I was teased that it was too much wine though i was drinking water and i hope it's due to excitement, lack of attention, and/or pinched nerves due to the scoliosis.  I really don't want to find MS or a stroke or an aneurism or a tumour, or cancer  (no, i'm not a hypochondriac, why do you ask?)  I really haven't the time to be that sort of ill (not that i do anything), especially one that has no cure, like MS, whuch my eldest sister has.  Not to mention that it will screw up my clearance and places we can live. 
    On the bright side my cardio stress test came back as all normal so no idea why i am have palpitations.  Perhaps just irregular arrythmia (sp?). And muscle cramps, hopefully just sorely in bad shape. 
I am, just now, very literally just wasting time before an adjustment, wishing i had blogged 10 years ago through our first 4 posts or through, between training and coming here we've had big adventures and small in 11 countries, a principality, 3 continents, 2 islands, and home in-between, before, after, and now. (but Now we are in the plains in 13 degree freakin' weather)  Believe me, it's so much more interesting than the drivel i'm writing now.  I look over my previous posts o' puff, at how much of nothing i've said, and think, "you need to write of some sort of substance"  though i know i'm only on here so i can empty my brain of it's contents so i can move on.  It's like dumping out the junk drawer and leaving it for *the reader* (or mom) to pick up.

So perhaps in 5 days' time i'll have substance to write about.  Perhaps i'll get a job i find fun, which means getting paid to play, finish my unfinished non-daily chores, write a letter or two, learn my brain is healthy, albeit unkempt, and that i have many more years of meloncholy and unforeseen adventures ahead of me.  Perhaps i'll even get to post them on here for *you* to look at.