Lisa Michele

We went to Supercross in San Diego on Saturday (can’t beat $10 tickets!) to see Travis again.  It was rainy all day and rained almost the whole way down, but once we go to our seats, it only rained for about 15 minutes before the races started (it didn’t rain at all during the races).  I love the rain and didn’t mind it at all.  Travis did really well in the first heat (#4!) but crashed a couple times in the main event and ended up 19th.  Jen and I decided we’re a curse.  The previous week in San Francisco, he place 6th in the main event.  The weeks before that he did really well too (I think 11th and 9th).  The last time we went he crashed   But this time, the track was not what the riders are used to (muddy and wet), and Travis was NOT the only rider to crash.  Again, it was fun seeing him race and being with all the family and friends to support him together.

That's him #585

I don’t think I mentioned why the doctor isn’t going to remove the scar.  He said that he didn’t want to open Pandora’s box (which btw, I’d heard of, but never knew the meaning of!  Gotta love Wikipedia) and that by removing it, it could come back and be even worse.  Which doesn’t really make sense if it’s a scar, but whatever.  Last night as I was trying to fall asleep I thought about all the things I should have asked (like my last sentence), but most importantly, what if I wanted it to be removed?  Which I do, but I don’t want to actually have surgery (I obviously don’t do well with stuff like that!).  So I thought that maybe if I prayed, God would take it away.  So that’s what I’m going to do; I’m going to pray that it goes away.  That’s my solution.  Whether or not it works is another story, but for now I have faith

Wuss.  Sissy.  I’m sure you can come up with some better words, but there’s no need to share them   I’m quite alright with whatever you come up with.  I had my eye doctor appointment today and though the end result was GREAT (no surgery!), the beginning and middle wasn’t so good.  A few years ago, I threw up while at the optometrists office.  I thought it was because of the yellow drops that numb your eyes, but that’s not the case!  It’s all of them.  Or none of them because I think I think too much.  But yes, I threw up again. 3 times to be exact.  At least this time I was prepared and had the trash can waiting on my lap, instead of throwing up in the hallway trying to get to the bathroom.  While I was trying to think of anything other than throwing up (which obviously I wasn’t successful at!), I got super hot and could have jumped into the ocean to cool off.  I now know what my mom goes through when she has a hot flash!  It’s 7:30 now (more than 3 hours later) and I’m just beginning to see clearly again.  It was so bad I couldn’t see anything on my phone.  It was all a blur (literally).  So back to what the deal is with my eye.  It’s just a pterygium scar and it can’t grow because it’s white and therefore has no blood supply.  The doctor said there’s no need to remove it.  I kinda wanted to have it removed, only because it’s kinda ugly, but after all that, no thanks!! 

So Aaron, it’s not growing.  It’s not bubbling.   And thanks for caring enough to bug me to have it checked out

I have had a growth on my left eye for a while (it’s actually on both eyes, but much more noticeable on the left) and I finally had it checked out today (with my loving brother-in-law bugging me almost everyday, telling me that it was growing and bubbling, it was hard to ignore!).  My primary care doctor said it’s Pterygium (pronounced ter ig ee um) and is referring me to an opthamologist, but said that she thinks it’s surgical.  Just what I need (did I mention I practically passed out visiting Alana in the hospital when she was born??)!  But for now, I’m not worried about it.  I’ll start worrying when/if surgery is scheduled.  I’ll keep you posted!

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I went to supercross last night with my family to see our cousin race.  It was so much fun!!  He did really well and we’re all so proud of him!! 

Travis Baker #585

 By the way, I stole this picture from my sister…sorta.  She willingly emailed it to me

Last night, my friend Debbie and I went to Balboa to see the boat parade and Christmas lights.  We went last year too, with Amy of course, but never actually saw the parade.  This year we saw it twice!  Once on the Island, and again on our way back to the car. 

My favorite boat

We had fun taking pictures by all the pretty houses and lights.

Me and Debbie

Me and my new scarf

It was a fun night, and definitely not as cold as it was last year.  I think we’re going to make this a tradition, and maybe Amy will be back in California next year to join us

Last night I went to bed earlier than normal because I was really tired.  I decided to silence my phone in case I got any texts, so it wouldn’t wake me up.  I VERY rarely do that, and my friends know that.  So when I didn’t reply to a couple texts, worry set in.  Other people sent me texts to see if I was okay.  They called.  They Facebooked.  I woke up around 12:15am and checked my phone and was bombarded with messages!  The total was 2 missed calls (Amy and Jackie).  1 Facebook message (Debbie), and a broadcast on there as well (Amy).  5 texts (Amy and Debbie).  And about 8 BBMs (Amy and Jackie), which are like texts.  I replied to only one (Amy, since she was the one who was most worried) and went back to sleep.  I found out this morning that Amy almost had a friend (Jackie) drive by my house to see if I was home.  Another friend (Debbie) assumed I was on a date (How silly!!  Like I would be out till 12am…on a date!).  Who knew that going to bed early and silencing my phone would cause so much chaos.  I feel loved though that they were all worried about me

Volvo called at 9am this morning and my car was already done!  And the BEST part….it didn’t cost me anything!!  It wasn’t the alternator afterall, just the battery and it was under warranty   I’m so glad that it turned off the second time because it forced me to take it to the dealership and I didn’t have to pay for a new battery afterall.  God is good!

Yesterday and today have been interesting.  Yesterday I got in my car after work and tried to start it…and nothing.  Not something I’m used to!  So I called Volvo to see what the deal was, because there was a message that came up that said something about the steering wheel.  They said it sounded like a dead battery and to jump-start it to see if that was the problem.  Luckily at work we have a battery jumper and someone who knows how to use it (which is actually REALLY easy to use).  It started up and I was happy.  I went to my sister’s and left it running in the driveway for about 20 minutes to let it charge up.  We then went to Disneyland for Isaac’s birthday   When we got home I tried to start it up again and it wouldn’t.  My wonderful sister took me home at 10:15 even though her and the kids were super tired.  My mom took me back to her house this morning to jump-start it again and take it to get a new battery.  Seemed simple enough!  Not so.  It started up and I let it sit for about 5 minutes before I left.  I put it in reverse and it died.  Oh deary, that’s not good.  I called my brother-in-law and he thought it was the alternator (he’s my go-to guy for these things until I find a hubby.  I’m lucky that he and my sis don’t mind).  So I called Volvo again to see if it was under warranty, and luckily is still is   I then called AAA to have them tow it from my sister’s house to the dealership.  The tow truck driver checked and confirmed that it is a combination of the battery and alternator.  I’ll have to pay for the battery, but the alternator and everything else should be under warranty and not cost me anything. 

My super cute car that I love. It's the second time it's been towed in its life

What I was telling my sister last night as she drove me home, was that things could have been so much worse.  I could have been at Disneyland.  I could have been babysitting which would have been the worse situation because I have to valet, and they have to move my car around a lot.  I was so lucky that I was at work then at her house and was able to leave it and deal with it in the morning.  I was lucky that I didn’t have anywhere that I HAD to be (like babysitting).  Even though it totally sucks, I’m just so thankful it wasn’t any of the above worse alternatives.  The only thing I have to do this weekend is babysit tonight and my other brother-in-law is letting me borrow his car since they can’t get to my car until Monday.  I’m so lucky to have such a great family to help me out in times like these!

I know it’s cliché, but in honor of Thanksgiving I thought I’d share some things I’m thankful for.  I have lots Some are deeper than others, and they are in no particular order.

1. My sisters.  I don’t know what I would do without them.  They keep me sane.
2. My mom.  She is the most sacrificing person I know.
3. My dad.  Yeah I know what you’re thinking.  But really, he’s taught me a lot.  The good I keep, the bad I do the opposite.  And well, he kinda did help make me
4. My job.  I have the best boss in the world.
5. My room.  I love everything about it. 
6. My God.  Really, where would I be without Him?  I don’t even want to know.
7. My car.  It’s paid off, runs great, and is super cute.  What else could I ask for?
8. My grandparents.  They are so incredibly faithful.  To each other, to their family, and most importantly to God. 
9. My money.  I have enough for all of what I need (and lots of what I want too).
10. My ipod.  All my music is in one place so I can listen to whatever I want whenever I want.
11. My friends.  I don’t have many and they all play different rolls, but life would not be the same without them.
12. My DVR.  No commercials and I don’t have to be home every night to watch all the shows I’m addicted to.
13. My singleness.  Even though I have a desire to get married, I am content where God has me and I’m taking advantage of the freedom while I have it.
14. My ducky blanket.  Yes, I am 27 years old and still have my childhood blanket.  Darn proud too!  The smell of it comforts me
15. My nephews.  Those boys are crazy, but man I love them.  I can’t wait to have my own (hopefully girls though, Lord willing!) running around one day.

Happy Thanksgiving!!