Bear with me while I freak out just a little...

It's been a while and I am sitting down writing this knowing I should wait, but I really can't. I think waiting is the cruelest thing doctors invented, let me explain. I started having migraine headaches when I was in the 8th grade. I had some scans taken and that was all that ever came about, then on out I have a low grade headache up to present day. A week ago a migraine explodes and lasts for a number of days all the while my family is trying to get me to go to the ER and also to find a neurologist to possibly get this taken care of. Whatever this is. Last Wednesday I finally have had enough, I lost control and yelled at my son for not taking a nap, stupid thing to yell over and I still feel so incredibly awful about it. All I wanted to do was sleep, and he wanted to play, as he should, he's almost 2. My mom came and took me to the new hospital, fantastic if I do say so myself, and they gave me a migraine cocktail. The headache went away and stayed away for a few days of absolute heaven! I had my neurology appointment yesterday where she told me she is concerned that I may have a hole in my heart that is allowing small clots into my brain causing tiny strokes triggering the migraines. Great! Or it could be sleep apnea due to my enormous tonsils that I still have. This coming Wednesday I am going in for an MRI of my brain to see if there is evidence of this hole that is in my heart. If white spots show up then I get to talk to a cardiologist and have heart surgery. I was planning on getting pregnant like now and that is waiting til after Wednesday for sure to see if in deed I need surgery. If all goes as I hope and pray it will, then they will tell me all is fine with my heart and my brain and that I can go ahead with the having of another baby. My family is coming over on Sunday to give me a blessing and I can not tell you how much that has helped me. Just to know that they are there for me in this my time of need to administer to me is a great calming effect. I know that either way I will be looked after and all will be well. I will make it thru this and I hope to report that this was just a cruel trick plotted by doctors, the waiting game. Till then, stay tuned.

Tragic I know.

Tragic it was that frightful day when all of a sudden my blackberry storm fell on to the tile floor. No big deal was my initial thought because I am always dropping something, never my son just to get that out there. I pick up the device and what to my horror I find, a crack! And not just one, oh no that would be livable. There are many all in the corner and out into the main screen. I gasp, and am about to seriously scream when I realize I actually bought the insurance on the phone and can get it replaced. It came today and I am so excited to have my beautiful storm back in perfect condition. I just need to have all of my numbers pictures and videos over to the new one and all will be well in the world. I tried to do this with backup assistant, but I don't have the menu needed on my phone to do it myself, a load of crap in my humble opinion, so I am hoping the people in the store can do it for me in a timely manner. Like Fast. Well I'm off to do my hair and make it look like I haven't been sitting around for something to do all day. Shh that one is our little secret!

Hahahahahaha, Xavier is so funny.

I really don't have anything to update, and I feel like updating my blog, so here it goes.

Jimmy starts working from home tomorrow! Instead of working sun up to sun down at two different jobs, in practically the same parking lot, he gets to sleep a tiny bit longer and will no longer have an excuse for being late. Not that he makes it a habit, he just doesn't have that excuse. He has an hour and a half break between jobs and it wasn't worth it to come home to West Jordan from Riverton when it takes 30 minutes one way. Now he can come up stairs and have lunch with Xavier and I can talk to him and feel like a married person and not a single mother. The only problem will be making sure that Xavier doesn't see Jimmy go down stairs after a break because he stands at the gate at the top of the stairs and yells, "DADDY DADDY DAD DADDY DADDY" and so on and so forth. We can stay up stairs in our rooms where he has toys and books and things to play with so he won't be bored, I hope. I am really looking forward to it and didn't think I would really care all that much, but as it turns out I am kinda lonely and have enjoyed Jimmy setting up the office in the basement and being home for the past few days getting ready for the transition. I like that it will feel like only working one job being that he only actually goes to one job. And now overtime will be a snap, just go downstairs and log in and make the money. I love that he is so willing to let me stay home and raise our son the way I see fit and to instill the values and ideals that I want him to have, and to be that one person that is there for him at anytime of the day. I didn't want someone else to do that in part because I am a selfish person by nature and also because my mom stayed home until I was in the 6th grade and even when she went to work it was after we went to school and she was home before we did. Anyway, That is about all that is new in my world.

Oh, and Xavier is growing and now the to long pants he used to wear are actually floods and I need to buy him pants that fit properly. It's funny to see him walk around with now to short pants.

Well that is all for now, as always stay tuned.

An update if you please.

It has been a process moving into our own home and trying to keep up on my blog. It is easy to fall into the habit of not updating it, and I know that my following would be in hysterics if they didn't get their dose of lissa news every now and again. Ha ha ha oh, I crack my self up, but seriously, they would.

So here goes. The house is FANTASTIC! I finally have it painted the way I want it for now, I am thinking I want some sand colored walls in random places just to add some accent in other areas of the house, keeping the ceiling white. Decorating it is another story. There are just so many things I want to put in my house and the ideas are flowing, the problem is the money just isn't keeping up with my thought process. As some of you know I have a thing for clocks and the one in the living room and the one in the kitchen just aren't cutting it for me. I have my eye one two at Target that are fabulous and will make me a very happy girl. I also need a few rugs as I have hard wood floors and tile in just about the entire house. The only rooms that have carpet are the bedrooms and the family room, and one flight of stairs leading to the basement. The flight of stairs going to the bedrooms is hardwood. I like it, it's just cold on the toes and we all know how I feel about socks. It also echos like you wouldn't believe. The couches and the wall hangings help a tiny bit, but when I get some good sized rugs on the floors of the living room and kitchen, also up in the hallway between the bedrooms, it will cut it down a ton! I hope.

Jimmy is working as always and is hoping to start working from home with the second job, that he goes in first to. Figure that one out! Again I laugh at my own jokes. He likes the work and loves his main job at eBay, I like that he likes going to work so that I can continue to stay home and not really have to do a whole lot. I watch my mothers neighbors kid twice a week and now I go and help out with my grandma Doris four times a week for lunch, it helps a little and that is nice.

About my grandma Doris. She seems to be in good spirits and that has me relieved. She would always joke about living to be 100 years old and made the comment the other week to my mom that she didn't know if she was going to make it or if she even cared to anymore. That had us all worried and thinking that she had given up on life, but when I was over there this past Thursday she made the joke again and it was like old times the entire time I was there. She said that she didn't want anymore snow to fall, that she was sick of it and glad she no longer had to shovel it. Not that she has had to in years, but I looked at her and told her that part of her room and board was snow removal so we needed to get her shoe size to get her a pair of boots. She laughed at that and said she would get right on it and then said she was signing up for a marathon next week. It was fun. I go over at lunch time to make sure she gets her noon medication and lunch mainly, also to keep her company and to help her if she needs it getting to and from the bathroom and in and out of her chair while I am there. I am happy to do it and need nothing out of it, but they insist on paying me to spend time with her, if it makes them happy then I will take it. They know how I feel about it and that's why they asked me to do it instead of another money driven family member that I will leave nameless in this post.

Xavier is rapidly approaching the big 2! He is shooting up like a little weed, and I guess that's what I get for feeding him and loving him and all that. I just love being home with him and watching him develop so fast, it seems everyday he adds a new word to his vocabulary or strings a couple of words together to get across what he wants more clearly. He is stuck on having clean hands at the moment. If there is something on them he stops what he is doing, usually eating, and will say hand over and over until it is wiped clean. It's a good thing that I hope follows him through life, being clean.

Well that wraps another edition of The Shaeffer Family Times, stay tuned my friends!

Ah, hooray for being in my own house!

We are all moved in and all is well! Our wall in the front room slash kitchen is finally painted and it looks amazing! We had our first poker night and it felt real that it was our own home and that was so cool to realize that I am in my own home and I don't have to worry about waking anyone but Xavier up. I am with out a computer at the moment and am at my Moms house updating this blog and watching the bachelor tonight. So don't worry that you haven't read anything in a while, I am working on getting the computer in my place soon I hope. More to come! Stay tuned.

Lesson learned, but who does this?

As you know I am in the process of moving and at the moment we are getting the kitchen all unpacked and in order then we will move on to the family room. Well let me back up for a moment. When we moved out of our apartment I had just had our baby and wasn't up for packing and standing on my feet for long periods of time, or sitting, or hunching over, pretty much the only thing that didn't hurt was to be on my back so I was at my Moms house while Jimmy and who ever else packed up and moved it all to the storage unit. I was grateful, till today when we went to put the dishes away. They, Jimmy's Mother, packed my dishes that were not clean. She packed dishes that were filthy! They had needed to be washed and instead of washing them back then I spent hours with Ryley and Jimmy washing and soaking them a year and a half later. Is that weird that I am so mad about it? I don't think so. As I was washing I kept saying, "She will never ever ever ever ever help us pack again." And then when we would find another item that needed to have been washed before packing up for storage I would repeat, "never ever ever ever ever again." There is still a few boxes that need to be washed and I'm sure I will find more that should have been, but seriously I would have washed them anyway but who packs dirty dishes to be placed in storage?

What a process!

I have moved 3 times in my entire life. My parents are the original owners of their home and have zero desire to move. Ever. I moved in to my condo with my husband when we got married, moved into our apartment together, and moved back into my parents home. Well now is number 4 and the process does not get easier, well let me take that back we have a storage unit that is already packed up and ready to go so there is minimal pack up time, but there is the dreaded unpacking and the putting away that is the daunting task. I love the idea of moving, but oh how I would love to just walk into my house and see that it has already been done for me. But I digress. Two trips to the storage unit down now we will unpack, wash and put all that away and then we will make two more, and soon we will be moved in.