Eyes

Tomorrow I find out whether or not I qualify for eye surgery - I'm a bit nervous. I've pinned my hopes to getting the surgery, but am a bit frightened about the actual surgery. It's not the results of the surgery, but the actual surgery that has me in a tizzy. I just don't know if I can physical take having my eyes held open as a laser slices the cornea. I won't put contacts in my eye, so the thought of having anything foreign in my eye makes my heart race. If I do get to go through with it, I'll ask for a sedative,

UPDATE: Looks like I am a good candidate. The doctor had me wear contacts for a day to see if my eyes dried out (a good indication for the possibility of that as a long time side-effect from the surgery). They didn't! I have one more appointment to go to before the actual surgery. I could have new sight within the next three weeks!

Wonder if it is on sale?

I was doing some grocery shopping today, when I noticed a little boy (4-6yo) that was away from his parents, behaving suspiciously. I soon found out why- I watched him give his older sister (8-9 yo) a devilish look, then pull an extra large wad of gum out of his mouth , and finally watched him fling it onto a shelf. He did not tuck it under the shelf, no, he threw it right next to the green olives. He then walked back to his mother.
So what did I do, you ask? I went over to the mother, simply stated, "Do you realize your son just threw a wad of gum onto the shelves?" Mom quickly replied that she did not and turned to talk to child. I walked off, but was still in the aisle with the offending gum.....where I was the only one for the next 5 minutes. She did not make her child clean it up nor did she clean it up herself! What is wrong with people today? Is there no personal responsibility? What kind of lesson does this teach the child?

5 questions

Awhile ago, envoyette said she wanted to ask all her favorite blog visitors 5 questions (I may be paraphrasing a bit), but wanted to know who would actually answer them. I said I would and she finally had a moment to spare and was able to get them to me. So here they are:

1. What is your earliest childhood memory?
This is a tough one for me - my memories are categorized by moves, so they are blocks of years. I would have to say one of my earliest datable ones was my 1st day of kindergarten. I recall being separated from my twin, being directed to the classroom on the left while she went to the right.

2. What is your favorite food dish to eat?
I have so many favorites, but I think it would be stuffed zucchini flowers. This might be because hubby is the only who ever prepares them and we only had them in Italy. I don't know any local markets around here that sell zucchini blossoms.

3. Your favorite song?
This one is an easy one for me - "You're My Home" by Billy Joel. It is "our"song and it just describes my feelings for hubby completely.

4. Who do you love most?
This is not a fair question - there are different types of love. I love my son unconditionally. but I also love hubby completely. Since I could choose my love for hubby, I would say I love him most.

5. What would you change in your past if you could?
This is a tough question. I would love to know what my life would be like if I never had J; however, I don't want to change that part of my life.
I don't think I would change anything. The decisions I've made in my life are ones I can stand by proudly. Any embarrassing moments I've had have made me a stronger person. I have no moments (that I can recall) that I look back upon and wish that I had done something differently.

Rain

Looks like it is going to rain today...again...just like the last three weeks. It is getting a bit tiresome. We've done absolutely no swimming this summer - the pools are constantly being closed because of thunder. That and the fact that the sun does not want to reveal itself to us anymore.
I had to mow my lawn today, since all the wet has made it look like a jungle. Plus, the mosquitoes love long grass and they've grown mean from lack of food. We had to rid them of their hiding places. Unfortunately, the ground is so wet that there are puddles in my grass, so it was like taking a shower as I mowed and edged (yes, I know you are not supposed to mow wet grass for a variety of reasons, but I chose to ignore common sense today).
It is not exactly neat (one reason why you don't mow wet grass) but at least it is short.