The Bells of Christmas

Well, this is my first blog post ever.  We have just returned from an exciting trip to NYC.  My daughter, "K" marched in the Thanksgiving Day Parade for Macy's.  Truly a trip of a lifetime.  We rode the train up and back, and had a blast.  However, my hubby was a fish-out-of-water.  You see, he is a country boy, and he just can't justify $5 for a bottle of water.  So, we all had a little give and take on this trip.  Unfortunately, my son has ALOT of me in him, so he wanted to buy, buy, buy.  Everywhere we went, he wanted some memento, some treasure from each store.  Well,  little "Boo" (as he will be called here) had to settle for 2 lbs of M&M's from M&M World, and I settled for a few sneak peeks at my daughter.  You see, technically, we weren't on the trip with them.  I could only sneak a peek when our schedules happened to match up, which was only 3 times during the whole trip.  Admittedly, I spent the entire Rockettes performance figuring out which entrance she would be coming out of, so I could see her.

So, the trip went by great...Kaleb even had a night out with a friend, Carter.  They went back to M&M World ( oh, joy) and he came back with more chocolate.  

K never returned my texts, although I cannot imagine why.  350+ of her classmates and friends, and I was concerned about her contacting me???  Who in the world did I think i was???

Oh well, we get home, all is good, a good time was had by all, and BOOM....the entire right side of my face goes numb.  I make a paranoid, freakish trek to the ER to find out that I have something called Bell's Palsy.  Who the crap is Bell?  Why did he come up with such a stupid, irritating diagnosis?  Basically, I can't really smile, can't use my upper lip, and have to tape my eyelid shut at night.  Oh, and get this....while at the ER with Mr. Bell, I get a phone call from K that she is throwing up, and Boo collaborates the whole event.  So, hubby leaves to go home to the infirmary, and my dad shows up at ER to take me home.  

Needless to say, more tomorrow.   Perhaps my "bells" won't be ringing quite so loudly then.