More Surgery

Amazingly enough, this time it's not me having the surgery. My daughter, Arielle, received more than her stunning good looks from me, she also inherited the painful lipomas that grow all over my arms, legs and spine. Thankfully, hers aren't as large or as many as I get. She had a small one removed from the top of her left knee yesterday.

She goes back to the doctor tomorrow to make sure the wound is healing and then the doctor will decide when she's allowed to go back to work and when the stitches will be removed. She's not happy missing work for the 2 1/2 days. She's use to working all day sorting parts for several automobile companies. She has started paying for her own expenses (insurance and cellphone) and it makes her feel so good to be able to do that. The first day she gave her dad her month expense money, the smile on her face could literally light up the world. I'm so proud of her! She said she finally feels like an adult being able to pay for her expenses. She's 21 years old and this is the first time she's had a job that paid enough to do more than put gas in her car.

Rather than spending every penny she earns on junk, she's saving up for the trip to Mexico we're planning for at the end of August. It's the trip we've been hoping to take for several years since my son's girlfriend's parents live in Tijuana. I can't wait to meet them. Her mother and I write on Facebook and have talked on Skype before. It feels like I've known her forever.

I'll post a photo or two of the surgery when I figure out how to move them from my cellphone to my Surface 2. Night ll.

Happy 20th Birthday, Arielle!!!

Today is my precious daughter Arielle's 20th birthday. I know, I'm too young to have a daughter that age, but it's true. Twenty years ago today, I was in the hospital, waiting for my beautiful girl to make her appearance. She was late, but it set the tone for her entire life. She does things he own way and marches to her own drum!

She's ready to graduate from massage therapy school next month, a full month before she was scheduled and was already offered a job last month. She chose this career and life path because of my health problems. She was born for this and seems to have the magic touch. (Meaning, she can zero in where it hurts the worst and poke it until it stops hurting).

We're going to meet her for dinner at Red Lobster this afternoon. She's gone there and had her own lobster since she was a little girl. Can't wait to see her and give her a birthday hug, then take her shopping for the required new BIRTHDAY SHOES!!!

Love You!

G (aka MOM)