My Day Tday

First of all, before I forget - for those of you who are praying for me (and thank you for that!) - I have my spinal tap tomorrow at 1:45pm. I start fasting at midnight tonight. And the procedure takes 3-1/2 to 4 hours. So that's a long time with no food! I hope I feel well enough to pig out afterwards! I'll bet I'll be hungry! I think I'll chow down until midnight tonight, just to be sure!

Okay, it's hard to see from this picture, but all the furniture from the right side of the living room has been moved to the left side (and all the furniture from the left side is in the kitchen!), because yesterday Mike and I shampooed our carpets - our bedroom, too! (Thanks to Melissa - her shampooer worked great!)
This may not sound like a big deal to you, but before we used the shampooer we had a few spots that I used various spot removers on that seemed to work, but left obvious clean spots on a dingy beige carpet. So, afer shampooing...we now have a great looking carpet again. Ahhhh...
And, bonus - Mother's Day is coming up and I REALLY LIKED the carpet scrubber and I was REALLY GOOD at hinting how great it would be to own my very own. Melissa commented what a lame Mother's Day gift that would be, but I am a vacuum cleaner DIVA, so I cannot think of a BETTER gift than something that would make my carpet squeaky-clean. So, in the event my hinting did not do any good - if you all see Mike, feel free to let him know that you think a carpet scrubber would be a FANTASTIC idea!

The next thing on my "To-Do List" for today? I mean, besides the regular Monday laundry and grocery list making, and general housekeeping chores...

I warn you - it's scary.

For me, anyhow:

Yes. I've got to clean this baby. And, I'm afraid of it. Don't laugh! I managed to avoid grilling all last summer. I used to love grilling. But two summers ago, I turned on the propane, and when I went to light it - POOF! Something bad happened and a big puff ball of flames went up and the kids watched as a few of my bangs started on fire. No big harm was done - a little sizzle and stink - you couldn't even tell after I snipped a little off. But, I'm a weenie. And, now I hate Mr. Grill. All grills, really. A few weeks ago...the day before I started having MS symptoms (maybe it's the GRILL'S fault!), I was at a SAMmy's retreat meeting, and we were doing this craft where we had to melt this powder to turn it into plastic (I have to be vague here, because I know some of you SAMmy's girls are reading - and it's TOP SECRET stuff here) and the fumes were too much to do it in the oven inside Cathy's house. So, we did it on the grill on the deck. I made Shelby go out with me - because I was afraid of the grill. Really. She did, because she's my friend. And then, I started picking up these metal things from the hot grill with my bare hands and she yelled at me that they were hot, and I didn't feel them. That's the first hint that something was wrong (MS), but we didn't really catch on at the time - because I brushed it off as something to do with my high pain tolerance - because I do have that, too.
Anyhow - all that to say that I am afraid of the grill.
Silly me.
And I have to clean that baby some time this week.
So, if you don't hear from me for a while, you know the grill won.