Hey Sanka...You Dead?

Ya man!
Did you guys miss me?
I missed you!
I don't know why I end up taking impromptu hiatuses from blogging, but I assure you that it is never intentional. 
I wish I could say that I was jet setting off to somewhere spectacular, but that would be a big fat lie. 
On Friday, we mini-van setted off to Mississippi to visit my brothers, their wives, and my two little nephews.  It was a BLAST! 
The best part of the weekend, bar none, was when my brother, Bawty, showed me this:

I'm going to be an aunt again!!!  The most thrilling part about this, and the part that makes me want to cry, is that they have been trying for 3 years to have a baby.  After one miscarriage, several surgeries, and fertility treatments, their family can finally begin in early April (the BEST month to be born, by the way...).  I hope it's a girl.  We need a bit more pink in the extended family.
Congratulations Auntie Em and Uncle Bawty!
We got home from our trip late Sunday night.  Monday I spent the day preparing for a whirlwind visit from my dad and Grandpa. 
Early Tuesday morning, our houseguests bid us adieu for a few days (they'll be back on Friday) while Roon and I headed to Dallas for my yearly cardiac MRI and semi-annual check up. 
You know what I thought about while I was in an MRI machine for 2 hours?
How I wished I had a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser. 
Seriously.
You try not to think about whether the smear above your head is a booger, or blood, but you can't help but wish you had something (and could move your arms) to wipe it off. 
After the MRI, I went upstairs to get checked out by the big cheese.  While she wasn't impressed with my laryngitis, and was even less impressed with the fact that I had gained back all the weight I had previously lost, she did not have any bad news to report...which is always nice.  We're praying that once the MRI is analyzed, nothing will change her assessment that my heart looks "happy". 
Yesterday I was in a blah mood.  A sinus headache made me opt to catch up on DVR'd shows rather than do anything productive.  That's going to bite me in the butt later on today when it hits me that my Dad and Grandpa will be back here tomorrow.  I anticipate that will not be fun.
Are you sorry you asked where I was?
Oh wait!  You didn't!  In that case, I apologize for this lame post.

I did think of one thing I wanted to share about our trip this weekend...
On Friday night, as we're driving to Mississippi, the kids noticed a business establishment out in the distance.  Noting that it was lit up by Christmas lights, including the sign that said "Shop", Bug asked in confusion "Is it Cwissmas?"
To which Roon replied:
"Nope!  It's not Christmas...it's Arkansas!"
I probably laughed entirely too hard at that, but at 8:30 at night, after 6 hours in the car, with children who reached their breaking points at least an hour before...it was hilarious!