What a difference...

... a couple hundred miles... having a chronic illness... one more child... makes.

First, I know, I know, I was going to quit titeling posts and doing them later, but a future post, 'Being sick is expensive' is being written in my head.  Put it here 'cause a lot of the slack on my blogging is due in part to that I hunt and peck to type and had a wpm of 28 6? years ago when I was in vocational rehab.  2nd is, and why there's such a lack of pics on here, is I'm still only get my pics off my old digital camera - at least it's digital and I can upload them lol

As far as 'what a difference a couple hundred miles makes', the above weather map from today shows that.  I grew up in the SE corner of South Dakota (the pointy corner in the blue wind chill advisory), and my journey as brought me to the SE corner of Nebraska (state with the top, NE corner in Nebraska - also labeled like northeast by an NE...?). 

Our, (southeast) NE, 7 day;

'Their', (southeast) SD, 7 day;

My husband's from SD too, but everytime we've discussed moving back, we just can't get past that it's colder and cold longer - maybe someday.

The difference another kid makes is really felt when there's a snow day!  We had almost 6 inches of snow yesterday, January 30th, and it was my 2 year old's regular daycare day of the 3 days a week I got granted so I could fit appointments, housework and rest into my week without having to worry about him - so, I got to deal with the fun of BOTH a 2 yr old and an 11 yr old. *sigh*  Wouldn't be too bad if I had the energy (and creativity) to keep them entertained with projects all day, 'part of the day' only goes so far you know.  Luckily, my sonis easily entertained by the TV (like right now) and even crashed yesterday before lunch!

Problem comes when the 11 year old gets fed up with G movies.  Of course, she started the day off on a bad note yesterday, which was ok because 'Dad' needed help shoveling (in front of our place and the neighbor's). :-)

On the other hand, my son keeps me active during the day and my first child has been a god's send (when she wants to be cooperative) with the ms diagnosis. - why is it usually termed like that?  Probably because once you get diagnosed with ms and are living with it, it's a journey in and of itself... kinda like, 'I have a ms diagosis' = 'I reside in the third dimention of this planet called ms'. hmpf, no.  In reality, it just means 'they' (the medical profession) have barely a clue what ms actually is, not a clue why it does what it does, and therefore throw whatever they can that might treat what they think they know at it.

In parting