I think I fixed it.
I. Think.
I. Hope.

Go ahead and guess how PISSED I am that my Diary of the Nello has been hacked.
Go ahead and give that guess a whirl.
Yeah. So.Pissed.I.Can’t.See.Straight.

The battle I’ve been fighting with my blog reached it’s peak today when Firefox would not allow me, The Nello, to look at my OWN site. I think that if you looked closely at that moment you would have seen actual smoke coming out of my ears… THAT is how mad my brain was.
So. I immediately went in and went through EVERY freaking file on my blog. What. an FTP NIGHTMARE. But, I did it. And now I could not be MORE sure that all the crap has been cleaned off the blog.

Now, I ask you, the courageous few who are willing to go against Google reccomendation in coming to my blog, to tell me if your browsers are still giving you a virus warning when coming here. PLEASE. A Nello NEEDS TO KNOW if the battle has been won. (Make sure your cache and cookies have been cleared in order to get an accurate scan…. Go to your internet options on your browser in order to do that… And PLEASE don’t tell me it was too hard to do. Do it for me. Please. PLEASE!!!)

Thanks!

***UPDATE**** I know your browser will warn you because Google has already TOLD your browser to warn you. I am wanting to know if your computer’s anti-virus program is warning you. (Ie: Norton anti-virus, McAffee….etc.) Those programs don’t bow to Googles’s every whim… they will tell you if the threat is STILL there…. I’ve requested a re-review from Google, but you know that will take FOREVER for them to do it.

And so the loser continues.

On Sunday I injured myself…
While playing the dumb boxing game on our Wii.

Basically what happened is that Tyson and I were boxing each other and I was bound and determined to knock his virtual behind to the mat. I was in it for the win.
I. was into it. Big time.

So let’s just say that punches were being thrown left and right and I was taking zero consideration as to the “workout” I was getting. As a matter of fact, all I could think about was beating his sorry Mii silly. Shamefully enough, when my Mii (pronounced: “me”, for all those non-Wii users) fell down after a big fat punch from Tyson’s Mii I would YELL at my TV, “Get up Nello!! GET UP GET UP!”

Yeah. I have no shame. And no pride.
And for those reasons, I actually TOOK pictures of our Mii’s to share with you…

I am such. a loser…. I just freaking took pictures of our TV. ~hangs head in shame yet again~
Oh… and don’t ask me about that beard on Tyson’s Mii…. I had no part in that one.

Well, apparently I either pulled some muscle or I’m just WAY out of shape (Tyson’s suggestion) because the next morning I woke up SO sore and virtually unable to move my right arm. My entire upper back hurt as well as my left arm. And needless to say, I was grum.py. I HATE being sore. Especially in the morning. Anyway. Tuesday was no better. In fact, the pain was worse. It was not until Wednesday that I was able to move my arms normally again. And not til TODAY that the pain has subsided.

So. Wow.
The Wii kicked my ass.
That freaking Wii is truly a little bit evil, if you ask me.
And even though I won that stupid boxing bout (match, whatever), I can’t say the injury sustained was worth it…

Mainly because Tyson spent the next two days laughing at me every time I moved. (read: I spent two days pissed at him.)

I’ve got a kindygartner.
And I can’t believe it cuz I SWEAR that he looked like THIS just a few days ago!

(Seriously, I had some cute babies, didn’t I?)

On Monday I sent him off to a new school, to a new teacher, to new friends, looking like a little man. (So obviously a clone of his Father, that I hope we don’t get busted for doing illegal scientific experiments to produce our young!)

Simon came home with a huge smile on his face and told me that he had FUN at Kindergarten and that his teacher is nice. Um. Wow. And then this morning the kid ASKED me if he could go to Kindergarten!!! I’m not sure how long this will last, but I am so happy for him right now. I was really worried about this change for him. You see, he went to his speech pre-school class for two and a half years with the SAME teacher the entire time. (Couple that with the fact that Simon and change go together like oil and water…. well, you can see how I would worry.) Anyway. So I sent my boy off to real school and I’ve got a little over a week before the Little Lady Helene starts up her pre-school again. (And boy is she PISSED that she didn’t start when Simon did.) I only have a few more days til I will be all by my lonesome for three and a half hours, three days a week.

Anyway…. After my last post I decided I needed to lighten things up here a bit. Cuz whoa, the drama. I’ll start out by sharing some pics of my family playing that freaky game Guitar Hero. But first, a few confessions; One. I do feel a bit loser-ish posting about freaking Guitar Hero twice in a row. I really didn’t think I was THAT person. Two. That freaking game is addicting. So much so that BOTH Tyson and I beat the stupid game (on the easy level) within a week and a half a getting it. So. Loser. I. Can’t. Believe. It.

I love that picture up there because Tyson (far left) and Sherrie’s Neil (far right) are SO into it. I think I was battling Tom Morello or something, and the degree to which they were INTO it, is freaking HILARIOUS!
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The other thing I’m going to do is humiliate myself even further than I already have.
I have an admission to make.
One that I am loathe to do, but feel needs to happen.
I happen to be obsessed with Stephenie Meyer stories. (books, whatever)
Yeah. I read the entire Twilight series. Uh-huh. That would be the vampire series written for teens. ~Hangs head in shame~
After Breaking Dawn came out, the last book in the series, I was sorta lost for another book that would capture me the way the Twilight series did.
(So. Sad. that I am part of that crowd…..)
So Holly brought me The Host to read.
And I read that freaking book within 46 hours.
GAH! This woman and her stories suck me in when I don’t want to be.
And I hate that.

And last, but certainly not least, a few weeks ago I took my kids to the Dentist.
And I think that all I have to do is show you the picture from the appointment for you to know what happened.

And that’s all I’ve got.
Pretty good for posting again within three days of the last post, don’tcha think?

Bad news.
Drama.
And me?
Stalling.

Yeah. This is one post that I have been putting off.
I may as well get it over with.

My baby sister Mary has cancer. In my last post I referred to it as “drama”. I wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. Now? Well, now it is all for sure. There is no more doubt as all tests that she’s had to endure are in. She has non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, cell B, stage one CANCER. Oh. And the tumor that started it all? Umyeah. That would be the size of a softball.

Long story short; Meppy has been sick with a cough since May. Said cough never let up and soon she was wheezing when she laid down flat. Those are the two reasons that landed her a chest x-ray and and a CAT scan. Then her neck started hurting her. And that is what landed her in the hospital on Sunday, July 27th.

I don’t think I can really, truly describe the fear that my mind has experienced over the last few weeks. I don’t even think I can accurately describe what it felt like when I first realized that my little Sister was sick. Sick with a disease that I have seen kill people. I think that the way my body has felt since is is a great indicator of what my mind went through though. A few words for you; Sore, achy, headachy, and just plain JACKED UP! My nerves are truly shot.

Being the freaky overprotector I am about my younger siblings (I only have 2), as soon as Mary’s preliminary biopsy results came in (that said that she did in fact have cancer) I hopped on the next plane I could so that I could stay with her in the hospital. And stay with her I did. There was ZERO chance that I was leaving that kid while she was hooked up to IV’s and such. I was with her in the hospital from Tuesday night til she was let go on Saturday afternoon. As soon as I was with her I felt better. I felt better knowing that I was doing something. I felt better knowing that Mary has NOT lost any of her “personality” (read: attitude) through this. I felt better knowing that she wasn’t alone at night in the hospital when she would kick my Mom out. (Like I said, she has ZERO chance of kicking ME out. Even if that’s what she wanted.)

I will spare much of the gory details. But we now know enough to be prepared for what is to come. Mary will lose her hair to a fairly aggressive treatment of chemotherapy and radiation. She will be sick. But, and this is the part that I have to keep telling myself, Mary is going to live. By the time Mary is done with this she’ll have quite literally kicked that cancerous tumor’s ass. For that I can’t wait. I’ve already seen firsthand, thanks to my stay in the hospital with her, that watching her suffer aint a walk in the park OR a day at the beach. In fact I found that my mind wasn’t the only part of me to react to her suffering. My ENTIRE being actually tried to jump out of it’s skin to attempt to take her place. Okay… so maybe it wasn’t quite so literal as all of that… But it sure felt that way. Oh. What I wouldn’t have given to take her place. I know she is going to be so pissed to read that… But, get over it Meppy. It is what it is and YOU can’t change it. Of course I would take her place. Any of her siblings would. That’s what she gets for being the baby of a family of SIX kids. (Did I mention that there is a SIX year gap between her and my little brother? Yeah. Like I said… BABY.)

Anyway. So that has been not fun. She just got her second round of chemo this last Friday (yesterday) and word came through to me today that she is getting ready to shave her hair off. Apparently clumps of it are falling out and her head is sore. I wish I were there to be with her when she does the big shave…. but I can’t. I guess I’ll just have to make do with the fact that we can always play Guitar Hero online together whenever we want! (I know… that’s a little loser-ish, but it is SO fun.)

Now, are you ready for the good news? Holly and her Bubba were picked by a birth mom who is due to deliver a baby boy LITERALLY any minute. I get to be an AUNT. AGAIN! (I think this makes me an aunt to two girls and NINE boys.) I am SO excited for Holly and Bubba. They have waited a long time for this and I know they are going to be great parents. And oh my gosh… you seriously don’t know me at all if you think I am NOT overly excited to be able to babysit this little man. I am SO glad they live close to me. I LOVE babies.

So there you have it. The Drama. The good and the bad.
I am trying to get my emotions together to be able to get back to my normal way of doing things. Now. If I could just get the drama to stop long enough for my nerves to get back to “normal”, I think I could actually do that.
Until then…..