Friday

Mom is doing well. All tests are normal. I know, as normal as she can be... She thinks she'll go home tomorrow after a stress test.

I called the HOA and the lady I talked to said that others had received the same letter even after just painting their homes within the last year. Big sigh. All we need to do is write a note on the letter telling them we think we received it in error. It seems that that will be the end of it. Welcome to the neighborhood. The letter threatened legal action and they didn't even have the courtesy to sign it. It was a form letter with ridiculously strong language. Unbelievable. Perhaps we'll sleep better tonight.

So I have a friend who had to go back for a second mammogram. I'm trying to practice patience. But after a phone call and e-mail and still no word, I'm not being too patient. She hasn't blogged since Jan. 3 either. (Oh, is this how you feel when I don't blog?)

I'm doing some research on breast cancer. Surprisingly, I am finding more on breast feeding and breast cancer. The idea that it is a "protective factor" sits better with me than calling it a preventative. Since the researchers aren't sure what causes it, they also haven't found a way to stop it from happening. Thus, they can't say one factor or another prevents breast cancer. I'm not finding concrete numbers. But there have been some studies done this year.

I re-submitted Nate's application to the Challenge School. We'll find out in Mid-February. Having both boys at the same school would be wonderful.

Do you know how stupid soap operas are? I can't even begin to explain. I know I should shut the TV off. I guess it's just amusing.