Like Sands of the Hourglass…

These are the Binders of My Life

I have been challenged by Tracie at Life in the Wylde West to the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge.  “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo.  It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph, and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.”

Now, getting me to do anything for five days in a row is a challenge – but because Tracie said the loveliest things about me in her post, well, I can’t refuse!

Plus, as a friend of mine recently stated “Kate is always doing challenges”

It’s true, I am!

But what is life without a few challenges!

Day 1:

The Binders of my Life | Did That Just Happen Blog

Do you see those four binders?  Those represent my life right now.

The fact that those binders are sandwiched in between my business life, on the right, and my personal life, on the left, is probably the most accurate representation of “balance” that you’ll ever find!

The blue binder is my Drama folder for church.  In here lives all of the scripts we are working on, plus meeting notes and upcoming events.

Next to it is a purple folder. Right now that purple folder is so small – but I know that as the months pass it will start to grow, and soon it will overflow.  That purple binder represents Senior Year.  That binder tells me that Mr. T passed his State mandated tests, that he only needs 4 credits to graduate and is on the recommended graduation plan.  It tells me when to start watching for cap and gown purchases and how much ads in the Yearbooks are estimated to be.  That purple binder is the one that causes a lump to form in my throat!

Next to that is my Cheerleading binder.  Not only did I join the Booster Club to support our team, but I am a member of the Executive Committee – for the 2nd year! I know, it freaks me out, too!  This binder contains all I need to know to fulfill my role on the committee, and it brings me such joy.  I get to be involved, but not intrusive, and it works for me and Mr. T!

But, if that wasn’t enough, the SNAG!16 binder has joined the ranks.  SNAG is Senior Night After Graduation and is our version of Project Graduation, which was started to give graduates a safe place to gather together after graduation. Sadly, graduation night is the night that has the highest incidents of our kids not making it back home and there has been a movement for many years, all over the United States, to give the graduates a place to play and hang out and have a big hooray before closing this chapter in their lives.  Since 2015 is our schools first graduating class, we are all kinda winging it – but guess what I did – I volunteered to be an Executive on this Committee, too.  We will plan and fund raise and do all we can to give our kids the best night after graduation, to give them memories they will carry with them for a lifetime.

I’m happy to report that I’m not the only crazy parent.

Which is good, because the other day I completely lost it on Facebook!

What is the secret handshake I need to learn in order to start getting info on Senior year? Is it too soon to be asking about if yearbook photos have to be a specific company? Or yearbook ads? Or when to take senior pictures? Or announcements? Holy cow, please tell me we get an order form for that! Am I the only one that has started to freak yet? Mrs. S, you’re going thru it now… can you just give me the answer sheet and I’ll copy it all onto my test!

Who let me adult

Mashed Potato Sandwiches

I know, I know, you are all tired of my drama when it comes to my teeth.  Well, I don’t care.  It is the most interesting thing happening in my life right now so suck it up and sit through one more post about it! I mean: Please sit through this with me!

I had the unplanned tooth extraction on Tuesday.  Half way through the dentist stops and goes “Kate, I’m having some difficulty with this.”  Due to my TMJ, my jaw is slightly misshapen and the roots of my teeth don’t go straight down, they take a jog in there.  Now, I had been praying through this entire procedure; however, at this point, I stepped up the prayers to non-stop.  I was carrying on a conversation with God that was pretty much “Please help her get this done, please be with her, please let her get this out, pretty please let this work!”

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She kept working on the extraction.  Then, about ¾ of the way through she stopped again.  “Kate, we need to take an x-ray, I’m struggling to get this last little bit out.  If I can’t get it, I’ll have to send you to a surgeon.”

Not going to lie, at hearing this, my eyes filled with tears.  I can’t impart to you how much I really didn’t want to go see an oral surgeon.  I mean, really, REALLY didn’t want to go.  My prayers turned to the promise stage “Lord, I’ll do whatever you want me to, just let her get this out.  Am I currently too obsessed with the TV show Supernatural?  Okay, fine, I’ll stop watching it – just let her get this out.  You want my first born?  Okay, fine, just let her get this tooth out.”  (I don’t think I really offered up Mr. T, but, I might have!! It’s pretty much a blur…)

Next thing I knew, she was stitching me up!!  This one wouldn’t heal on its own, but she managed to get it out.  I also needed to have a script for antibiotics, since the work had been so invasive.  I had filled my script for pain pills last week, but ran to Wal-Mart for some penicillin.  The wait is 45 minutes.  I sat on the bench and did my best to survive.  It was done in 10 minutes!  Massive blessings!

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Heaven in a cup!

I went home and curled up on the couch.  I texted my dad and told him that I did need him to pick up Mr. T that night and would he please grab me a chocolate shake? Not only did he bring me a shake, but he brought me mashed potatoes and gravy.  Oh my goodness.  Best meal ever.  I made it about half way through the mashed potatoes and gravy and then put them in the fridge.  I had been starving, but didn’t really have anything at the house I could eat, so this was a life saver. (Yes, I had been to Target that morning and yes, I just completely spaced the fact that I needed food I could actually eat…but I did remember to pick up The Hobbit for T’s Easter gift and a couple of chocolate bunnies for us! Priorities you know!)

The next morning I was working from the couch and got hungry.  I knew I only had half of a serving of potatoes left… and it had to last me breakfast and lunch.  So, I did what anyone would do.  I grabbed a couple of slices of bread to go with it!  I got my spoon and smeared a bit of potatoes on the bread and took a bite.  It was perfect.  It was just the right size for my mouth to handle, and soft enough that I could eat it.

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Best thing since sliced bread!

I had my own little mashed potato and gravy sandwich.  It was Heaven – and so good that I went ahead and had it again for lunch!

For the record, today I’m doing so much better.  I am still slightly swollen and I ache, but overall, I feel that I’m on the road to recovery!   She did chip the tooth next to it as she was working, but I have to have a root canal on that one in three weeks, so I’m not worried!

But, you know what I really want?  Some crack.  How soon till I can eat that you think?