A link I’d like to share

it’s one of my favorites. These girls are SO amazing and Godly. I love to read what God is doing in their lives. Plus they have a book club you can participate in! It’s:

www.girltalk.blogs.com

Check it out!

Can you see me dancing?

This is my “We’re credit card debt free” dance!!!!!!!!!!! Woo hoo! We paid off the mastercards this morning!!! Yes, that’s plural. We had more than one Mastercard. Actually we had 3 Visas and 2 Mastercards. All the visas had been at a zero balance for months, and we paid off the mastercards today!!! It feels great!

David and I are cutting them up tonight (for fun- Dave Ramsey calls it a plasectomy LOL) and calling and cancelling them tomorrow.) I can hear it now. “Mr. King, you are a valued customer. We would be more than happy to offer you this low APR if you will stay with us.” Umm…how bout no APR???!!! Ever again! Mwahhahaha!!!

The ironic thing about it all is that we never had debt until we went to seminary. Funny, eh?

Just had to share! 

On a side note: my beautiful family…

Noah

Sammy

Simon

A Fresh and Needed Perspective

http://www.therebelution.com/modestysurvey/browse

How awesome is this? I guess this is kind of one of my soap boxes, but it should be!

I thought I could guess the answers on most of them, but I found myself surprised a few times.

I actually even blushed at a few things I could stand to get rid of in my wardrobe…

I wish there was a way to print every single question off and give it to the girls in the youth group…and many Christian woman, sad to say.

One last thought: has anyone read Kissed The Girls and Made Them Cry? Someone suggested it to me as a text to go through with the teen girls. Any opinions?

Morning Update

Time is my friend, trust me. Now that I am a wee more cognizant and a little more medicated, I can expand upon yesterday’s happenings.

My surgery was at 2 p.m. They did not start until 3:15p.m. I was a spazz. Majorly. I told the anesthesiologist multiple times that I really enjoyed being alive and that my babies needed a mommy and to please not let me die. Yeah- as if people walk into the OR and say “you know, I figured this would be one heck of a way to go. If you don’t mind, could you please be extra sloppy with the care you provide me with?”

I was given versed (I think that’s how you spell it?) before they did the anesthesia. Has anyway heard of this nice lil’ amnesia- inducing drug? It is just that, I tell ya. I have no recollection of being put “under.” I just remember asking how quick the versed would calm me down and them saying “rather instantaneously.” They put one of those sticky little heart monitors on my chest and that’s the last thing I remember.

Then I woke up. At first that was okay. I was super sore, but it was bearable. They gave me two different drugs. One was demerol. The other was Torodol or something like that. I was shaking pretty bad. Within the hour I was begging for more pain meds and got one percocet, which did nothing. Absolutely nothing.  I begged for more (and I am not the type to beg for pain meds) but much to my disappointment only got 600 mg of Ibuprofren. I could have cried. I would have cried. But it would have hurt too bad. This experience made all three of my child births look like days at the park. I guess that’s not saying much though cause my labors were (and I mean this in the most humble way possible) just that- a day at the park.

The pain only intensified as I got home, especially since our driveway is pure mud and rocks.  The curves in the road did NOTHING to help my nausea, might I add.

My mommy hooked me up with some excellent pain killers when I got home, along with a phenergen. I had it pretty rough until around 1 this morning, but then it calmed down some. The gas from them filling my belly up with CO2 was pretty painful, but that has subsided a lot. When I absolutely did not want to get up and walk around, I made myself cause they said it would help.

So…in conclusion, I hope that my story does not frighten anyone who has to have this procedure done. I know I probably have, but almost everyone else I spoke to said I just had it rough with this one. Everyone responds differently. My 80-something year old grandma had it done a few years ago and had NO complaints what so ever. Lucky woman!!!

I’ll update ya’ll later with my progress LOL=)

Cholecystectomy

cho·le·cys·tec·to·my      /ˌkoʊləsɪˈstɛktəmi, ˌkɒlə-/ Pronunciation Key – Show Spelled Pronunciation[koh-luh-si-stek-tuh-mee, kol-uh-] Pronunciation Key – Show IPA Pronunciation

–noun, plural -mies. Surgery.

removal of the gallbladder.

May I add one more?

2. Would not wish it on my worst enemy “new kind of hell” pain.

Sorry I said hell, but I was referring to the location. Prayers please!

Surgery and other ramblings

First order of business: I am having my gallbladder yanked from inside me on Monday. Do I sound frightened? Cause I am. I have NEVER been under general anesthesia and the term “endotracheal tube” just lights a new kind of fear inside of me. And did I mention it’s never fun when the doc fills you in on the fact that some people go under anesthesia and never wake up? Of course it helps when he follows that statement with “…but you’re young and healthy so I am sure that won’t happen to you.” If anyone reads this, please, many prayers for a safe surgery and speedy recovery.

Secondly, my parents fly into Denver tomorrow. My dad has never flown, my mom hasn’t flown in 20 years, and my sister is scared to death of it. Needless to say, it is good that we are their ride from the airport cause I am pretty sure they will be medicated=) Prayers for a safe flight!

Lastly, a youth thought it would be okay if she rubbed my husband’s back on Tuesday night. David said the very act made him “nearly vomit” and he immediately approached her after services to remind her in a very gracious and Godly way that “only my wife touches me that way.” I thought the poor gal was gonna cry. Pastor told me after the “confrontation”: “Mandy, you gotta start watchin’ your hubby more closely.” He’s probably right. Some of the girls have already told David that they’re not coming to SS unless he teaches their class=)

More to come (perhaps with or without a gallbladder)

Mandy

P.S. The surgeon told me that 3 pregnancies in a row prob did this to me. He said they (doctors) usually have 3 stereotypes for gallbladder problems: female, fat, or forty. He said “you’re not fat, you’re not forty, but you sure are fertile.” I made my own “F.” YAY!

An Intro

As my profile so aptly says, my name is Mandy. I am almost 26 years old and have been married for almost 5 years. My husband, David, is the minister to youth and children at a small Southern Baptist church. We have three sons. Noah is 3. Samuel is 2. Simon is 5 months. This is our first ministry position.

This blog is a special one to me. I have numerous blogs. One that goes to family and friends to serve as updates. One that many of my high school friends use to keep in touch. And one that I share with other mommies my ages. The reason I am so excited about this one, however, is that I don’t plan on sharing it with many people I know. I can think of a select few friends that really understand what kind of “boat” I am in right now and the many ups and downs of this new journey my family and I have found ourselves on. Other than that I hope to get some support, some advice, and hopefully form new friendships with others who can relate to where we are in life right now.

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