My Excuse Is The Robot Doctor

 There is a reason I have been MIA.  It is at the bottom of this post.  However it is not at the bottom of my cluttered up mind, as you will see.  While my mind was filled,  I Kept my hands busy making the Tag above.
And the beads below.

 These beads are made of paper.  From Enjoy Magazine, to be exact. 

 Just cut a loooooong triangle, roll it up on a tooth pick and slather with Mod Podge.

 I also made this scrapbook page of my son's first haircut.  I am right on top of things in my usual efficient way.  This event took place in the summer of '69.
Sounds like a song, doesn't it.
                       "Got my first haircut,
                       In the summer of '69!
                 Screamed until their eardrums bled.
                  Screamed until my face was red."
                           (my apologies to Brian Adams)

 This is what has been going on in my world.  The sweet little lady in the bed is my mama.
She was diagnosed with endometrial cancer. 

 This magic man with his Super Hero Robot Machine cut it out.  He only left 4 itty bitty snips in her tummy.  She is resting comfortably, now that we convinced her to take the pain meds.

When we were little, she would straddle us, (lying on our backs on the floor,)  putting her knees on either side of our heads, pinning our arms down under her ankles and administer whatever meds she or the doctor felt we needed, while we screamed bloody murder.  I threatened her with this and she decided to take her stuff.

Now we wait for the pathologist.
She's 85, but she ain't your daddy's 85 year old mama.