Code word: uterine cyst

Recently, there was a discussion about uterine cysts. It reminded me of how many girls in my high school had uterine cysts and had to have them removed.

It was a code-phrase for an abortion.

Kar knows two girls in her graduating class who are pregnant. Out of 300+, that's not really bad. Then again, how many AREN'T talking, and well, Prom is still a few months away.

Spring Break isn't what it used to be, going to Daytona Beach for a week of drinking, sex and drugs. And then, PREGNANCY! Not many kids do trips anymore, at least here in Michigan. Works for me!

Truthfully, my biggest fear is for Kar to have a young pregnancy. My stepson is the same age, but the same worry isn't there for us. Maybe it's because he isn't here all the time and doesn't have the same rules. Maybe it's because there could be a chance he could be exonerated from the DNA. Etc, etc, etc.

We want Kar to go places and do things and not have her deal with that type of responsibility on her own. It's tough. We want her to realize her dreams and enjoy her young life as a single woman, not be stuck in a relationship for the sake of a baby. There is plenty of time for that later on!

Because a baby can't be gotten rid of like a "uterine cyst."

The Last of Sheila (Coburn)

Every cent helps

Kar is just as bent as me on saving money for our Vegas trip!

No treats. She's been taking back our bottles and cans, taking snacks from home to school for lunch, earning extra allowance money. She's saving her change.

This week, she made dinner 3 times - pasta, sloppy joes and chili - which was an extra $5.

I am taking a lunch each day. Bought a $2 can of cappuccino mix at Walmart, instead of stopping at Speedway on the way to work for $1 each. Cut out fast-food "Meal Deals."

Kar has been watching the store ads for deals. Suggesting cheaper meals, like making our own pizzas, instead of Pizza Hut. She's been checking out my cookbooks.

I'm even saving gas and time by grocery shopping once a week, not stopping each night on my way home. And by staying at work for lunch, instead of leaving. That is a DOUBLE win!

It's so much fun for us to do this, and not have to just pull out the debit or Visa cards. This is OUR hard-earned money!

The Last of Sheila (Coburn)

Viva, Las Vegas!

The Senior Spring Break plan has been made for Kar.

She and I will be flying out to Vegas for the week. Just us. Not Rick. He's staying home to take care of Neeko and the kitties. And have the remote control all to himself!

Not only is Kar EXCITED about going back to Vegas, where she loves, but it's even moreso since she has never been on a plane.

(Our layover is in Atlanta, so my best friend, Lisa, has promised to swing into the airport for dinner with us. YAY!)

A few coworkers have commented on Vegas not being for "kids." Vegas is so much more than Blackjack and slots, which really don't interest me. We want to re-visit our favorite sights, walk like crazy. Take in a few shows, like Mama Mia. Stay in a hotel ON THE STRIP. Venture downtown. See where Elvis married Priscilla. Shop, shop, shop!

And, of course, PEOPLE-WATCH.

Still, it will be a bittersweet adventure for us. Probably our last real vacation together. It's fitting to spend that time in Vegas.

"What happens in Vegas, STAYS IN VEGAS!"

The Last of Sheila (Coburn)