Shopping Saturday

In observance of my birthday yesterday I decided to go shopping and have a "me" day. I scheduled an appointment to have my nails done, and my eyebrows waxed. Followed by lunch and shopping with my two favorite guys. My son although he is nine still has me pick out his clothes..otherwise he looks like a dork. I love you baby!! Anyway, the jeans he put on were so short they looked like capri pants. They were even shorter when he sat down. He is in an odd stage being almost five feet tall but can still fit into a size 10 or 12 in the waist, but needing a 14 or even a pair of men's jeans for the length. We opted for these from Aeropostale.





They are men's size 27x28, surprisingly they are just a little bit small in the waist but the length fits perfect!

I also found this coat for him at a local consignment store for cheaper than it is on the Abercrombie website.


In an attempt to make our son "more cool" my husband also decided he HAD to have a pair of Converse "Chuck Taylor's". I was never into the whole "Chuck" thing growing up but they have made a comeback so I guess if he likes them he can wear them..if not, he still has his Nike's.

I have a splitting headache and think after a LONG day of shopping I'm going to go take a hot bath and cuddle up with my book until my hubby comes to bed.

Happy Birthday to Me!!!

Today is the BIG day...I have finally turned the corner and am now 35. It has been a pretty good. We got a couple inches of snow but the roads were cleared by about noon. Tomorrow I am going to try to and go to the lake and see my mom and sister. For my birthday I bought myself a new coat...I LOVE IT!!!

Mixed Results

In November I went to see my primary care doctor for what I thought was an ear infection. The doctor said my ear was fine that I was just stressed out and grind my teeth at night. Surprise, surprise...

He decided to run some "routine" (if there is such a thing) blood work. After him calling me with the results and giving me definative diagnosis of Primary Biliary Cirrhosis. OF WHAT?!?! This is not something I had ever heard of. Long story short, it is when the bile ducts in your liver get blocked and scarring begins to occur resulting in cirrhosis. A liver transplant is eventually required. This disease is normally not diagnosed to people in their 30's its normally women aged 50-60.

My primary doc referred me to a liver specialist who again ran yet more blood tests scheduled a CT with contrast and a biopsy of my liver. The biopsy was completed last week and I received the results today. Blood work ordered by my liver doctor indicated also that I do indeed have PBC, however, my biopsy showed nothing of the sort. The report indicated no scarring or blockage just mild to moderate inflamation around the bile ducts.

The doctor believes the PBC is in very early stages or I have some other type of auto immune condition that has not yet shown up. I have in the past been diagnosed with borderline rheumatoid arthritis, though I've rarely had actual symptoms. I do have Raynaud's syndrome, this is when my hands turn white from having NO blood in them. The blood vessels constrict and cut off the circulation.

For the next three months I will be taking medication for the PBC to see how my blood tests look then. Let's hope for the best!

Thirty Five

This week I turn 35 and I have decided to being reflecting on life, what I have accomplished, what I am in the process of accomplishing, and what I still strive to accomplish. A sort of "Bucket List" I suppose....

I think my greatest accomplishment is my son.



He turned 9 in November and is the best thing in life. The love I feel for him I can't even put into words. I am so proud of him, this fall he decided to play football.

We are talking about the red headed kid with glasses. He isn't a small kid but he isn't all that tough either. He is the type of boy that would rather play video games, watch TV, or read if given the choice instead of playing outside, riding a bike, tossing any kind of ball to play catch.

The coaches decided to put him at center. It took weeks of crying and whining.."Mom, I don't want to play football anymore." "Mom, I didn't want to do this, you made me!" "Mom, do I have to go to practice?" After many hours of tears and sweat (lots of it) he was so happy and proud of himself for successfully completing the entire season and winning every game but one.