Plans sure can change. Instead of getting ready to go out tonight to see Jimmy Wayne I am instead sitting in the Huntsville Hospital with my husband, who is sick as a dog. This is like bad deja vous. We have done this so many times in our marriage. I used to keep count of how many times one of our immediate family (Jimmy, me or one of the kids) has been in the hospital, but I gave up.

We've had our share, that's for sure. I don't mean to bitch about it, but it gets freaking old. I know people who have been married as long as us and nobody has ever been sick, much less in the hospital.

Here are just a few admissions:

Mystery pain about 4 times
Ruptured appendix (the reason for the mystery pain)
endometrial ablation
hysterectomy
infant sleep apnea (twice)
knee surgery
gall bladder surgery
kidney removal
blood clot

Oh, and I could go on. And on. And this isn't counting stuff like ER visits, nephritis, outpatient surgeries, etc.

I'm just depressed. I keep waiting for the time when nothing is going to be wrong. We've always joked about the "Rowell curse" we have, but it's not too freaking funny anymore.

I really, really need to vent today. People who think I'm crazy for traveling and who say things like, "I don't see how Jimmy puts up with it" can kiss my ass. They have no clue what is going on in my family or the relationship my husband and I have. What is so wrong about trying to squeeze a little pleasure out of life in between the crises? He has his music, I have my traveling. It makes us happy to do these things and takes our minds off the stresses of day to day life. And it's none of anybody's damn business.

Now. I would say I feel better, but I don't. I'll get past it. When my Jimmy is better. I'm really worried about him.

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Man. I went to Nashville (I'll blog about it on my Bo on the Brain blog) and I came home today happy as a clam. Tonight I started getting things ready for bed and do you think I can find my phone charger??? NO!!

What makes me even madder about it is that back when I went to the end of February Bo shows I got home and put my other phone charger and my mp3 charger on my bed. They freaking disappeared! And now THIS one is gone. I distinctly remember getting it this morning, wrapping the cord around it and putting it...in something. My purse, my camera bag or my suitcase seem to be the only possibilities. But I have searched high and low for those chargers and they just are not to be found. And I'm pissed off royally. My phone will die tomorrow, I just know it. I NEED MY CHARGER.

I looked under my bed and through my computer desk and through the dirty clothes and in all my tote bags (no small task) and underneath the dresser and chest of drawers. Nothing. I found Christmas socks, some Oil of Olay face moisturizer and several coat hangers. And of course in that computer desk I found lots of "mystery" cords. I have no clue whatsoever as to what they connect. They are going in the garbage.

This is a hissy fit on paper if you don't recognize it. I would stomp my foot if it would help. Maybe when I come back tomorrow I'll be in a better humor. And have my phone charger.

Thursday's Ramblings

Oh, thank goodness, the work week is almost over! I've got to get busy this weekend and get Layke's room ready for him to move back into. Since he's been gone, it has turned into the laundry/ironing room and it's a mess. Where I'll put all that crap is beyond me, but I'll make do!

This afternoon Jimmy has a doctor's appointment in Huntsville. Wish I was going along for the ride because I know he'll stop at Starbuck's. But I've missed too much work in the past month to go today. Long story short, Jimmy, my mother and my daughter were all in the hosptial at the same time in February. Jimmy and Mother were in Huntsville and Rachel was in Arab and there I was, running around like a chicken with its head cut off! Thankfully they are all much, much better now and things are looking up. One thing I will say about their illness though- Huntsville Hospital is fantastic. They got wonderful care there. MMCN was ok with Rachel. MMCS ER- well, that's a whole different ballgame. Don't get me started. I don't know who nurse Angela is, but I'd like to claw her eyes out. Good thing I was stranded in Baltimore at the time- I might be in jail otherwise. Suffice it to say that nobody would let a dog suffer like they let Jimmy suffer that day. Incompetent bastards. Pardon my French.

Deep breath and I'm moving on...

I'm trying to make my mind up about going to the CMA festival this year. That is the week before our 30th wedding anniversary and Bo hasn't announced an appearance yet. It will be a load of fun but I just don't know if I can fork out that much money. I've got to make my mind up real soon. My friend Debbie has booked a room and I need to let her know something soon. Next week she and I are traveling to Nashville to see a show. Kelleigh Bannen, a recording artist from Nashville who lost her brother to drugs last year, has been doing "90 gigs in 90 days" in order to to raise awareness about the power of addiction and hope of recovery. Next Wednesday night will be the 90th and Bo is making an appearance with her. He had her open for him for four shows to help fulfill her 90 gigs. There are several of us "local" (TN and AL) girls going to support the cause and a few from other states, too. We always have a great time together.

Jimmy is going tonight to rehearse with the Classic Rock/Country/Blues band. The name of it is Morgan's Acre. They came up with that a couple of weeks ago. Two band members have the last name Morgan and they practice at their house, so I guess that's kind of where the name came from. Personally I liked Twisted Dixie that they had tossed around, but they were afraid it would give the wrong connotations to some people. The Contemporary Christian band's name is A 1000 Second Chances. One of the young guys came up with that. I like that group; it is such a hodge-podge of people. Their ages range from 16 or 17 to 48. They're really good and opened for Disciple in January. That was such a fun day! We got to be there from the time Disciple arrived at the church and we met them and listened to them do their sound check. My son Seth was thrilled to death. He has loved Disciple for years!

Back to the present...tonight I plan on watching Criminal Minds that I recorded last night, see who gets voted off Idol (Please, God, let it be Megan!!!) and I'm going to watch Grey's Anatomy. Sounds like a couch potato night to me!