Now that I’m home, I’m ready to get back to work, so to speak.  I didn’t gain any weight, but my waist crept up about an inch-and-a-half.  Vacations are nice, but being back home is wonderful.

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Well….apparently, God had other plans.  I made it to the photographer’s on time, and spent what for me is a lot of money…half my paycheck.  My older daughter had softball practice so she was going to follow me to the road she needed to turn onto for practice.  As I’m driving, my cell phone begins singing, "La La, La Lala La, you’ll be popular…" so I answer.  It’s Morgen (the older daughter).  Mommy, I’m hungry, will you buy me lunch?  Well, it’s hard to eat properly with fast food, but I agree to Taco Bell.  She got 3 beef tacos, beef and cheese only, hard shell.  I got 1 chicken ranchero soft taco, no sauce, please, and no cheese.  Rachael (the younger daughter) got a cheese pizza with bread sticks.  They had Pepsi’s and I had water.  I sit down to eat.  I want to add a little mild sauce.  There’s cheese on my taco.  I pick off what I can and eat my taco.  More money is now gone from my account.  So, we part ways and I head to my two banks and the hairdresser’s.  Fast forward an hour.  My hair is now gorgeous, so I decided to visit my cousin Kim.  She needs to see my hair.  So off I drive with Rachael, headed to Kim’s.  I call ahead.  No answer.  I drive some more.  I call again.  No answer.  Well, she likes to be clean, maybe she’s in the shower.  I’ll just drive by and see if her car is there.  It is.  She’s home.  She doesn’t feel well, so she wasn’t answering the phone.  She likes my hair and we sit around chatting for about forty-five minutes.  Her phone rings.  She looks at the caller ID and hands the phone to me.  It’s my mom’s office.  Hmmm.  So I answer.  I wonder why my cousin Jonathan is calling my cousin Kim from my mom’s office.  Jonathan begins talking fast.  Oh, it’s my daughter’s boyfriend Jonathan.  Why is he at my mom’s office.  My mom’s not even working today.  Morgen has been taken to the emergency room…he’s there with her.  Oh, okay, it’s my mom’s cell phone.  Got it.  I didn’t look at the number on the caller ID, just the name.  Morgen has had an asthma attack on the ball field and everyone has been trying to reach me for…you guessed it…forty-five minutes.  I have no cell service at Kim’s house.  So, I rush to the emergency room…thirty minutes away.  I get there and I’m told they cannot treat my daughter until I give them my insurance information.  I do so, and of course, pay a $50 co-pay.  I figure they’re going to run some tests.  My CT scan two weeks ago was a $50 co-pay.  So the doctor walks in, says that Morgen had an acute anxiety attack which presented itself like asthma, and that she should go home and rest.  That was it.  I paid $50 for them to tell me to take her home and put her to bed.  It’s comical.  I mean, I know that they have to be paid because they’re working.  I just wish they hadn’t taken her to the emergency room.  I wonder what the ambulance fee will be.