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01 September Be a HeroI ran across an article that I wrote last year, and thought I'd post it here. I can't remember if I posted it here before or not, but I thought it was definitely worth posting again.
Be a Hero, Save a LifeMy husband is usually bored by most of the information put out at in-processing briefings, so it caught me by surprise when he came back to our hotel one afternoon ready for a discussion. He asked me if I knew that when supplies are low, the Army has to purchase its blood from the Red Cross and other civilian groups. I didn’t know that. In fact, I’d never really thought about it. According to the Armed Services Blood Program, a unit of purchased blood costs approximately two hundred and fifty dollars. One trauma victim can use forty or more of those units. That’s a pretty high cost. The need for blood is never ending, and combat situations aren’t the only place your blood is needed. There are many in our military community who can benefit from your donation. Leukemia patients can need up to eight units of platelets during treatment, and one pint of blood can sustain a baby for two weeks. Military hospitals receive around seventy-five units of blood daily for their patients. In a typical year, a military hospital will transfuse over 54,000 red cell units, 20,000 plasma units, and over 5,000 units of platelets. On September 8, 2003, SPC Ray Gray was hit in the left thigh by shrapnel from a mortar round. His wound was potentially fatal, and the nearby medics acted quickly to try to save his life. He was bleeding profusely, and by the time the MEDEVAC arrived, he had lost nearly all of his blood. Hospital staff made the decision to do exploratory surgery to determine the source of the bleeding. They also began to worry about running out of blood. Doctors and nurses began asking around for anyone with O positive blood who was willing to donate. Not long after the request went out, there were more than thirty soldiers in line waiting to help. SPC Gray survived his surgery, after having received forty seven units of blood product. Sixty-one soldiers in all donated their blood to help SPC Gray. They gave of themselves, quite literally, to help their own. Their selfless service in the face of their own worries, their own pains, and their own exhaustion should be an example to us all. Impromptu blood drives at combat hospitals are becoming increasingly common, and there is definite risk involved. Doctors must transfuse blood that has not been tested, increasing the risk of blood borne illness being spread. Our servicemen and women should have clean, tested blood, and should never have to worry about receiving infected blood. We all want to help our servicemen and women who are serving in Iraq and Afghanistan. We send packages, write notes, hang yellow ribbons, say prayers…and yet we still feel there’s more we should be doing. There is. You can help. Give of yourself; give blood and help save a service member’s life. You are eligible to donate if you: were not in Europe from 1980-1996, haven’t been north of Seoul in Korea or to Iraq, haven’t had a tattoo or piercing in the last year, and can pass a brief sexual history Q & A. There are more than twenty Armed Services Blood Program blood donor centers. To find out where you can donate, please visit: http://www.militaryblood.dod.mil/donor_info/donor_centers.htm. 31 August OK, so I'm back...maybeOK, so I've decided to give this whole blogging thing a try again. I've been gone a while, if you hadn't noticed. I've just been busy, really. I haven't had a ton of energy to type out a blog worth reading. I've done a few rants on My.Space, but was honestly too lazy to cut and paste. A. will start first grade next week, and I cannot even express what that's doing to my head and to my heart. We're considering enrolling C. in Taekwondo, W. might be taking him to a place where they offer classes this weekend to check it out. We think it would help him become more confident, and it would also give him something to do and something to look forward to. W. got a new job, which he loves! He's a patient care technician for an orthopaedic surgery center. He helps prep the patients for surgery, assists during surgery, and then stays with the patient following surgery to provide aftercare. SO much better than watching people pee all day! He's also still going to school full time, so we're still not seeing more than an hour or so of each other a day, but it's still unquestionably better than him being deployed. I'm still really enjoying my job, and can't wait until I can get back to school and become a librarian. I have no clue when that might be, but hey, it's something to look forward to. Our summer has been pretty uneventful, with the exception of my family reunion, which was wonderful! We did an amazing job planning it (if I do say so myself), and everyone really seemed to enjoy themselves. Even W. said it was the best time he's had in a long time. This, coming from a guy who hates doing anything with people he doesn't know, is a huge compliment. I'm hoping that we can make next summer be a little more fun for the kids. With W. working all day and going to school all night, and our financial situation being what it is (thanks to the shitty amount of BAH and the cost of living at our last duty station, and well, some bad decisions on our part), we haven't really been able to do anything this summer. I took the kids to the fair today, but I'll save that entry for tomorrow.
Before I go, Amy tagged me to do this a long time ago, and well, better late than never:
Five items in my freezer
- frozen chocolate chip waffles w/ Capt. Jack on them (yummy - the waffles and Johnny Depp)
- a tub of chocolate ice cream
- a boo-boo kitty
- ice maker that isn't connected so it does nothing but take up space
- boneless skinless chicken breast
Five items in the closet (my bedroom closet)
- lavendertherapy mist
- extra sheet sets
- foot powder
- massage pillow/mat set
- a blue wig
Five items in the car
- my nametag for work
- a Scooby Doo umbrella
- a magna doodle
- some Chik-Fil-A BBQ sauce
- the Curious George soundtrack that I borrowed from the library (Jack Johnson...I love it!)
Five items in my purse
- a "Winter Green Doubler" OH lottery scratch off on which I won two dollars and never cashed in
- pics of the kids
- my camera
- children's pain reliever
- a bunch of receipts
OK, now I'm supposed to tag five people and have them do the same thing I just did on their blogs, but considering the fact that my last entry was made on June 1st, I'm not really holding my breath that anyone's still reading here. But I'll try anyway. I'm tagging: Tracy, Laura, JoAnne, Gina, and Carole.
01 June Dead politicians in my grandma's side yardSo I had this strange dream last night. I can't remember the entire dream, so I'll just tell you the part that I do remember. My family was gathered at my grandmother's house, and we went out the back door and headed for the side yard. I turned the corner of the house, and saw a car parked in the yard, with a bunch of people milling around it, most of them pretty official looking. I then remembered that there had been a man found dead in the car, and that they had removed the body and assumed they were there finishing up their investigation or whatever. One of the investigators opened the passenger's side front door of the car (I wish I could remember what kind of car it was, I just remember it being a newer-style dark beige colored four door sedan) and quickly yelled to the other investigators. They all ran over, and in Middle Eastern "let's celebrate with a corpse" style, hauled the body out of the car and over their heads, while dancing around. Once they got the body out of the car, and I was able to view who it was, I realized why they were celebrating. The dead man was John Kerry. Quickly, my grandmother's side yard, turned into a mini Democratic National Convention style party, with people wearing those awful straw hats with red, white and blue ribbons. People were carrying and waving flags, banners and signs, and everyone was talking about how, "Now that John Kerry is out of the way, the Democrats will have a real chance of winning the presidency." And then I woke up. So someone tell me what THAT dream means! Haha! 22 May Check that off the listSo you know how pretty much everyone has, in one way or another, a list of things they want to accomplish or do before they die? Whether it be "go to Europe", or "skydive", or "graduate college" (yeah, those are all on my list too). A big one for me was to see Pearl Jam in concert. As trivial or materialistic or insignificant as that probably seems to most people, it was on my list. I've been a huge Pearl Jam fan for well over ten years, and I was lucky enough to marry someone who loves them even more than I do. And so, I get to check something off my list. We saw Pearl Jam in concert this past Saturday, and it FAR exceeded any expectations I may have had. It was amazing, and was by far the best concert I have ever been to. Ever.
We got to Cleveland around 5:30, and parked in the Tower City parking area. We got a really good space, right near an entrance to the bridge that connects Tower City (a huge mall in downtown Cleveland) to The Q (formerly known as Gund Arena - it's where the Cavs play). We had to pick up our tickets from the box office, so that was our first stop. We waited in the short line, W. gave the guy behind the counter his ID, and he showed us where our seats were. To this point, we were still unsure if we should bring our camera, as it's just something else to have to look after and worry about, and if we weren't that close, there was really no point in taking pictures, anyway. When our friend in the ticket booth told us we were going to be 35 feet from center stage, however, W. quickly and happily ran his ass to the car and grabbed the camera out of my purse. Sweet! We hadn't yet eaten dinner, so we went back over to Tower City and grabbed something from the Food Court. The show was supposed to start at 7:30, and it was just after 6, so we took our time eating, then headed back across the bridge to take our seats.
We entered The Q, and I realized I'd forgotten that buzz of anticipation and excitement and adreneline in the air before a concert. It was great to feel that again (it'd been over six years since I'd last been to a concert --having the Army stick you living in remote locations where no bands ever come to play will do that). We stopped at the Souvenir booth to check out the Tshirts, and weren't all that impressed. They were cool, but not worth paying $25. The one thing that we did see that we both liked and wanted was an awesome brown hoodie thing, but it was 85 freaking dollars, so yeah, we did without it. We found our section, and went down to our seats. They were awesome! They weren't front row or anything crazy like that, but they were really good seats. Really good. We were 11 rows from the floor, diagonally right from the stage.
We sat waiting, and exactly at 7:30, the stage crew left the stage, and Eddie Vedder walked on. He kind of wandered around for a minute, it almost looked like he was looking for something, and it was as if he couldn't hear all of the people screaming for him. He picked up a guitar, sat on a stool, leaned into the mic, and very softly said, "Hello Cleveland." After the applause died down, he played a very sweet, solo, acoustic, 'Last Kiss'. He then introduced the opening band, "My Morning Jacket". They performed a song togther, during which Eddie sang and played tambourine. Now, when I first heard that "My Morning Jacket" was opening for Pearl Jam, I was admittedly a bit disappointed. I'd read that Tom Petty was picking up the second leg of the tour as opening act, and the first leg would be these guys. I'd never heard of them before, and I really like Tom Petty, so I was a little sad. However, I am SO glad that I had the opportunity to see "My Morning Jacket". They were fantastic! I cannot even begin to describe thier style...they're kind of a mix between all of the best types of rock and roll. All of their songs sound different, but I'll run down a list of the vibes W. and I caught while seeing them play: Creedence Clearwater Revival, Pink Floyd, Ted Nugent... I can't even think. They were just good. SO good. They were meant to play an arena...they are that big. Their sound, their music, their show...it was big...and they will be big...you just wait. I don't know what rock I was living under to have never heard of them before, but I'm definitely glad to be out from under it.
After the opening act, the stage crew reset the stage, and W. and I went to the bathroom. When we came back, the arena was completely filled, and the crowd was ready. The band came out (they entered the stage from the side we were sitting on, which was cool), got settled in, and played. After the first two notes, everyone recognized the song, and when it came time to sing, Eddie simply held the mic out to the crowd and we all gladly sang the first part of 'Better Man'. He picked it up in the chorus, and it rocked. It rocked so hard. They continued to rock, playing a variety of songs spanning their career, and didn't do that ever-annoying just playing songs from the album they're promoting thing. Some of the highlights for me: World Wide Suicide, Life Wasted, Gone, Daughter, It's OK, Do the Evolution, and Porch (which was a super extended rock your socks off version....and was unforgettable). They played way more songs than that, but I can't remember all of them. Eddie gave all of us Ohioans a good talking to about the importance of being involved in what happens in our Democracy (being that we ruined it for the rest of the country by giving our electoral votes to good ole Dubya -- but not me, I voted for Kerry -- ha!). Before playing 'Unemployment', he said it's something that we in Ohio know a lot about, and told us that if it ever got too bad here, they'd be happy to have us in Seattle, where there we could be wet and depressed and unemployed...but at least we could all drink together (haha). He told us that they were less than excited to go on to their next venue, which was Detroit. This brought on a barrage of boos and "Pistons suck" chants, to which Eddie laughed and said that he hoped that the next event in The Q would be a basketball game. No such luck, but thanks anyway, Eddie. Oh! Before I forget, I have to mention what a maniac Mike McCready was onstage! He was running around back and forth across the stage, and reminded me of a young punk guitarist. His energy was great, and I totally dug him! I still have huge crushes on Eddie and Stone, however...sigh...my heart will always be with them, no matter how many times Mike plays the guitar behind his back and runs madly around the stage.
Oh! Another cool thing...toward the end of their first set, Eddie introduced the band, and then he said, "And Cleveland, I introduce you to yourselves." He held his guitar up over his head, so as to reflect the spotlight shining on him onto the crowd. He slowly turned, and for a good while just shined the light on different sections of the crowd. He even surprised himself when he shined the light way up high and discovered there was a third tier of seating. It was very, very cool.
Anyway, after the first set, they came back out for an encore, during which they played an acoustic 'Wasted', Black, and the most awesome version of Alive I have or will ever hear. Those and a couple other songs which I can't remember.
One more encore set...with all of the lights on. Freaking awesome. They took requests from the signs in the crowd, and played Go, Don't Gimme No Lip (during which Stone sang), Why Go, Fuckin Up, and Yellow Ledbetter (what better way to end a show?) He thanked everyone for their years of support and for coming out. It was perfect. They were perfect. I will do everything I can to see them again. I hope it's not another thirteen or so years. Still a boy, but such a manA conversation between C. and myself this morning while he was taking a bath:
C (while playing with his undercarriage): Mommy, what's this under my peepee?
Me: That's part of your peepee, honey. It's called your testicles.
C: Noooo! That's my brain in there.
After laughing hysterically and then going to the kitchen to tell W. what C. had said, I figured I should go back in the bathroom and set the boy straight.
Me: C., you know that's not really your brain in there. Your brain is in your head. That's your testicles, it's what makes you a boy and not a girl.
C: No Mommy, it's my brain. I have two brains.
How could I argue with that? Haha! 19 May A moment to breatheWow...I've been busy. Working, physical therapy, dr. appts. for myself and A., Mother's Day and all of that excitement. Yeah. Busy. But today I'm off and I'm catching up on stuff. My plans for the day are to get showered and dressed, do the same for the kids, and take a walk up to the barber shop on the corner before lunchtime to get C.'s hair cut. Then we'll come home, have lunch, send A. off to school, C. will take a nap, I will do laundry and pay bills. A. will get home from school, we'll go to the library and shopping for a gift for a b-day party for one of A.'s classmates which is tomorrow. I'd also like to try to find something to wear to the PEARL JAM concert that W. and I are going to TOMORROW! Can you tell I'm excited????? It's going to be amazing. W. and I have been huge Pearl Jam fans for a really long time. The kids are going to spend the night at my mom's, then on Sunday my mom and I are going to Pittsburgh for yet another family reunion planning committee meeting. It should be fun...they always are!
Work is going really well. I genuinely enjoy my job, and the only thing that I don't like is being unable to spend as much time with my family. I considered trying to move up to full time, but nixed the idea rather quickly. I'm getting 32-34 hours a week right now, and although it would only be one extra day, I really need three days off a week right now. Also, if I'm planning on going back to school sometime in the next few years, I'd just end up being overwhelmed with working full time, going to school full time, and managing a family. I honestly don't know how people do it. I'm going half crazy right now trying to keep everything together. I keep thinking that once we get into the swing of things, it'll get easier, but it hasn't. It's been a month...I guess we just need more time.
My brother's fiancee is flying out of town on vacation, and she's got a bad head cold, so if you would, please think good thoughts for her. 11 May A new entry...finally!I finally have a minute to write...so here goes:
It's been forever since I've updated, I've been busy and lazy and a slacker. Oh well.
A.'s surgery went really well. We arrived at the hospital on time, they checked her in, gave her the hospital bracelets and her hospital jammies, and stuck us in a corner of the surgical waiting area for a while. A long while. We got there at 9, her surgery was scheduled for 10, and the doctor didn't arrive until around 11. Nice. They gave her some medication around 9:30 or so to ease her anxiety and holy crap it worked. She was stoned! She was doing that stereotypical stoner laugh--at everything! Everything was funny. Then she started seeing double, and telling me that I had two heads. It was a trip! She was so funny. By the time the doctor had gotten there, and they took her back to surgery, her medicine had pretty much worn off, but she was brave and went right back with the nurse. They pretty much just wisked her away and didn't give us a chance to give her a hug or say good luck or anything, but it was probably done that way on purpose, so that it wouldn't make her even more nervous. We went out to the waiting room, and in about a half hour, the dr. came out and said she did great! He did say that while he was in there, he discovered that she has what is called a sub-mucous cleft pallette, and TWO uvulas! He asked me, "Did you know she has two uvulas?" I was like..."Ummm...no, I hadn't noticed." Haha. The double uvula is referred to as a "bifid uvula" and is more like one that's split rather than two whole uvulas or uvuli or whatever the plural form of that word might be. Because of this diagnosis, the dr. was only able to remove about 80% of her adenoids. Anyway, I found a link that pretty much explains it, so if you're interested in learning more, check it out: http://health.ivillage.com/dental/0,,6h84,00.html. After chatting with the doctor (who, by the way, is good friends with Dr. 90210 and flies to Vegas and Beverly Hills often to play poker with him and has been seen on his show...), we were able to go back and see A. She looked pitiful. She was trying SO hard to be awake, but she was so groggy from the anesthesia that it was a losing battle. The nurse that was taking care of her said that when they first started trying to wake A. up, she sat straight up, and asked, "Is it over? Are they out?" The nurse told her yes, she said, "Yay!", and laid back down and went back to sleep. She had a little bit of blood around her mouth, so I asked for a washcloth and cleaned her up, and she started waking up. She told us hi, and kept trying to talk, but her poor little throat was so raw and swollen, she could barely get any words out. They offered her a popcicle slush, which she very politely accepted, and ate quickly. She hadn't eaten anything since right before bed the night before, and she was starving. She still had her IV in (one great thing about that was that they waited until she was asleep to put it in...I was really worried about her freaking out about getting one). She was becoming more and more awake, so they moved her bed to the other side of recovery and brought her a TV and VCR. We watched 101 Dalmations, and since she was doing so well, she got to leave and go home before the movie was even over! She was still pretty loopy from the anesthetic...even later that night. She ate a bunch when we got home: sherbet, popcicles, pudding, etc. W. stayed at home w/ A., waiting for his parents to bring C. home, and I went to pick up her prescriptions. She got an antibiotic (the bubble gum medicine, which made me all nostalgic and I kept sniffing it everytime I gave it to her), and a HUGE bottle of Tylenol w/ codeine. I kept asking her if her throat hurt, and she kept saying that it didn't, and she stayed pain free until later that night. I gave her a dose of the T w/ C and it really knocked her out. Poor thing. She slept really well that night, but the next day...she really started to feel pain. We kept her dosed on the Tylenol, but had problems in the middle of the night when she'd wake up parched and in serious pain. I felt so bad for her. She kept telling me, "OH Mommy, it hurts really, really bad." She wouldn't eat anything but popcicles for the first three or four days, and she got seriously skinny...yes, even more thin that she already was. We kind of expected that, but it was still frustrating. By Easter (which was six days later) she was starting to get back to normal, but was still feeling a little weak (you can tell she was still feeling a little poopy in the pics from that day). We've noticed a huge difference in her sleep. She doesn't snore anymore, and the quality of her sleep is so much better. She seems much more well rested during the day, and those dark circles under her eyes have lightened significantly. We're so pleased with the way it all turned out. She went back to the dr. this morning for her follow up, and he said everything is great!
W.'s birthday was at the beginning of April, and some pics from his party are in the latest batch I posted. I got him a pair of tickets to see Pearl Jam in Cleveland (with the stipulation that he take me as his guest, of course--haha!). The concert is next Saturday, and I am SO excited! I (shamefully) haven't been to a concert in years, other than going to see a band play at a local bar or club, and I used to go all the time before I got married, so I'm WAY overdue. Having children will do that to you, I guess. What better way to get back into the swing of concerts again than by seeing our favorite band??? Huh? That's what I thought. I'm hoping to be able to take the camera and get some cool pics, but a) I'm not sure cameras will be allowed, b)I suck at taking pictures, and c)I'm not sure where our seats will be. I bought tickets through Pearl Jam's fan club, which sets aside a stash of seats and sells them to fan club members before tickets go on sale to the general public. The catch is that you don't know where you're seats will be before you get there (but they do guarantee that they will be decent seats), and the allotment of seats goes by seniority. Meaning that the longer you've been a member, the better your seats will be. Awesomely fair. Only, W. joined just a month or so before the tour was announced and the tickets went on sale (he'd been a member before, for two years or so, but we let the membership lapse), so he's at the bottom of the list. But oh well...we're seriously just extremely happy to be going. I'll be sure to blog/brag about it shortly after.
I started my super cool new job last month, just after Easter, and I have to say that I LOVE it! I've been assigned to a unit which is close to home, and in a nice town, the people I work with are nice (so far, anyway), and I'm seriously inspired and determined to go back to school, finish my bachelor's degree and push on for my Master's in Library Science. I LOVE working in a library!
I'm still going to physical therapy for my knees. This is my sixth and final week. I'm definitely not cured, but I am feeling better. My legs are slightly more toned, and I think when I'm released, I'll try running again. I can't use the weather as an excuse anymore, as spring is definitely here, and it will soon be summer! Where has this year gone?
Ok, enough updating...enjoy the pics (although they're kind of old by now), I've got to go put A. on the bus. 22 April sorry, sorry!I'm so sorry I haven't updated yet! I have been REALLY busy though. I'll do a quick update now, and then hopefully Monday sometime I'll be able to give the whole rundown of what's been going on. A.'s surgery went really well, she did an awesome job, we were really proud of her. I started working at the library this past week, and OMG I'm so tired! I know it's not a lot, but I worked four nine hour days in a row, and have been going to physical therapy and dayum...I'm beat! Today we were supposed to go to an Earth Day Kite Festival, but it's rainy and dreary, so I think we're just going to get stuff done around the house. We desperately need to go grocery shopping, and I desperately need to spend some time with my children and my husband...I've missed them! So there you have it. I'll write more about the surgery, the recovery, Easter and my new job on Monday. Oh, and I have pics from Easter too... 09 April If you would...Please say a prayer for A. tomorrow. She'll be having her tonsils and adenoids removed and is pretty scared. I'll be sure and post a recap of events when I get a chance. Thanks! 02 April SesameYesterday we went with my cousin, her daughter and my aunt to see Sesame Street Live. It was so good! The kids loved it, and you can see the pics to the right of this entry. To see them larger, click "slideshow", then click Full View or whatever it says.
After Sesame Street, we took a drive to the nearest Super WalMart for some much needed grocery and misc. shopping. By the time we got home, we were all exhausted and ready for bed.
Today is cleaning day. I straightened up, dusted, swept, and scrubbed everything in the bathroom and W. is cleaning out our car. W. has his second sleep study tonite in Parma, so keep your fingers crossed that he has an extremely dysfunctional night of sleep. The results of this sleep study will be used to determine part of his disability eligibility for VA compensation. So...yeah...very important.
I've cleaned everything else, but haven't yet managed to clean myself, so I'm off to feed my children and shower. Good day! 31 March Politics...because it's all a big joke anywayI received this joke as a bulletin on MySpace, and I thought it was really funny. Enjoy:
A little boy goes to his dad and asks, "What is politics?" Dad says, "Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I'm the breadwinner of the family, so let's call me capitalism. Your Mom, she's the administrator of the money, so we'll call her the Government. We're here to take care of your needs, so we'll call you the people. The nanny, we'll consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we'll call him the Future. Now, think about that and see if that makes sense," So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what dad had said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parents' room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed. The next morning, the little boy says to his father, "Dad, I think I Understand the concept of politics now." The father says, "Good son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about." The little boy replies, "Well, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, the Government is sound asleep, the People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit." 29 March all-purpose tool of the dayThe all-purpose tool of the day for Wednesday, March 29th? The slipper. "Ha!", you say, but hear me out. What better to use to kill a spider than a slipper? It's perfect! The sole has just enough flexibility so that you get a good solid whack in, without having to use a ton of force. It's sturdy enough that you don't have to worry about it not killing the spider (or bug of anykind, really), like you do with a flyswatter. The heel end of the slipper is perfect for gripping, and you have the top end that goes over your toes to act as a shield of sorts, in case the spider jumps or runs. Most often (unless you have tiny feet), the length of the slipper is adequate in providing a comfortable distance between you and the spider, but it's not so long that you're inaccurate when striking. OK, so maybe it's not so "all-purpose", because other than killing bugs and putzing around the house with warm feet, I can't really think of any other use for a slipper. But yeah, really good for killing spiders.
28 March another Britney ewI'm still trying to figure out whether to laugh at this or be disgusted. What do you think?
nothing to sayThis morning I decided that I need to blog, mostly because I haven't been writing as frequently as I have in the past. I hate feeling neglectful of anything. But now here I am, and I haven't got much to say.
This past weekend, W. and I came to a realization. We are getting old. Not old like golden years old, just old like grown up old. We're grown up. And that's weird. We went to a bar to see a few bands play on Saturday night. We (mostly I) have been looking forward to seeing one of the bands in particular for a while. We got there around 10:30, and none of the bands had started playing yet. There were three bands set to play, the first of which started around 11. The bar started over-crowding and by the time the second band started we were ten feet from where we started watching the show, and could barely move without either copping a feel or giving someone else the excuse to do the same. The last band (the one we really wanted to see) didn't start playing until around 1am. Ten years ago, I'd have thought nothing of it, but on Saturday night, I was annoyed. I was annoyed that it was so late and I was still out. Is it irresponisble of us to have our children spend the night at their grandparents so that we can stay out past 2am watching bands play at a bar? We didn't drink, but I still feel guilty. Maybe it's not really guilt, maybe it's something else. Maybe I just feel like I'm getting old. I have difficulty going out to bars and staying up late. There...I said it. Like an old man who shouldn't be driving, I finally admitted it. Just don't take my keys.
I start physical therapy for my knee tomorrow. This will be my second round of physcial therapy, I did it for six weeks in Idaho. It really helped, (I have femoral patellar syndrome, which occurs when the kneecap goes offtrack and pretty much rubs against the bones whenever you bend it...nice) but a few weeks after I "graduated", we moved to Ft. Hood, and all of my work got shot to shit. In order to keep the kneecap in place, the muscles surrounding it have to be strengthened. Not exercising = messed up knee. Living in a car and/or hotels for three weeks = no exercise. See where I'm going with this? I got out of the exercise routine, and now I'm paying for it. I need to go pick up a knee brace that my dr. prescribed for me at a medical supply store sometime before my appt. tomorrow. Not sure how or when I'll make that happen. Magic...that's it!
This whole only having one car between W. and myself thing is WAY old. I'm so glad that my getting hired at the library is forcing us to buy another vehicle. Granted, we're pretty much forced to buy something cheap and hope it's reliable, but at least we'll have two cars. The only other time we've had two cars was when W. was in Kosovo, and a few months after that. Makes a lot of sense, huh? We bought our second car right before he left for Kosovo, it was shortly after 9/11 and the car people were doing their part to boost the economy by offering 0% interest and all of that. That deal coupled with W.'s dad having worked at GM meant we got a good car at a good price. W. returned from Kosovo, reenlisted, and we were looking at driving across the country, so we sold my car. We've only had one car for most of our marriage. It's worked ok for us most of the time, but now that I'll be working...yeah. Looking for a used car is definitely on my list of not fun things to do, but it must be done. We've only got a few weeks to find something.
Today is going to be one of those days that I'm annoyed by life...I can tell already. It was supposed to be sunny and warm (well, warm-ish...it is still March), and while it might get up past 50 today, it's cloudy and dreary and dismal and it's given me a terrible sinus headache, which has in turn made me feel like I might throw up. Yuck. I'm annoyed that I can't go where I need to go today, and I'm annoyed that I allow other people's needs to become a priority over mine. I should have gone to get my knee brace on Saturday, as I originally intended, but W. found a truck that he wanted to go look at, and off we went to Zelienople, PA. The freaking truck wasn't even worth the drive, IMO. It was ok, but it was a horrible teal color, had a bunch of little spots of rust, and the exhaust system had been changed over to be purposefully loud. The truck was annoying. I usually don't let things bother me, and have become pretty damn good at taking things in stride. Maybe W.'s getting out of the Army made me think that life would be easier (honestly though, it is much easier, in countless ways) and now I'm getting soft. Or maybe it's just that my head is killing me and I feel like being a big baby. That sounds more like it. I'm off to check MySpace. That'll make me feel better.
21 March Happy Spring!It may not feel like it (it certainly doesn't here in Ohio), but Spring is here. I love everything that Spring is: the rebirth of our part of the planet, the awakening from a dark and frozen place, a celebration of starting over, another chance...the chance to be bigger, brighter, better, more colorful. We should all learn from nature, and use this opportunity to think about where we're going wrong in our own lives. Reevaluate our situations and take stock of what's really important. Spring is a celebration of fertility, appreciate your families and the gifts God has given you.
A. had her first visit with our new PCM (Primary Care Manager) a few weeks ago, because she brought a note home from the school nurse stating that she had not yet received a few of the required immunizations for kindergarten here in Ohio. In addition to getting the shots, she also had a well-child check. Upon seeing A.'s tonsils, her dr. referred her to an ENT specialist and it has been determined that she needs to have her tonsils and adenoids removed. The poor child has been having problems with the tonsils off and on for three years now, so it's really no surprise to us that this needs done. What did surprise us, though, is what the dr. said about her ears. He was explaining to us why it's important to remove the adenoids, saying that if she's snoring and having trouble breathing (which she undoubtably is), then the adenoids could also cause problems with her ears. I mentioned that the week before, A. told me that her ears felt "stuffy". He wasn't going to check her ears before I mentioned that, but did after hearing what I'd said. She has fluid in both of her ears...a lot of fluid. I was shocked! She's never had problems with her ears, and never (other than that one time) complained about them. Then again, she's had gigantor tonsils for over three years and never once complained about a sore throat, either. So now the dr. wants to put tubes in her ears as well. I was kind of alarmed by this, and told him that she'd just been to her PCM the week prior and had no fluid and that her hearing was tested and was fine (he mentioned that she could experience some hearing loss from the fluid being in her ears). He acknowledged my apprehension, and prescribed an antibiotic for A., and told us to come back in three weeks, he'll check the fluid again and check her hearing. Then we'll go from there. So as it stands now, she'll be getting her tonsils and adenoids removed sometime the week of April 10th, and might be getting tubes put in her ears at that time as well. She's very nervous about all of it, as are we, but I know that having this done will improve her quality of life. She's got dark circles under her eyes from being tired most of the time, and she sleeps twelve hours a night. She snores, has episodes of apnea, and is very restless when she sleeps. She's had a lot of throat infections, and her tonsils are HUGE!!! Her five year old tonsils are bigger than W.'s thirty year old tonsils...I checked.
So keep A. in your thoughts, please, especially as her surgery gets closer...thanks!
14 March Guess what! Guess what!!I got the jobby job at the library!!! Yay! I'm so happy and excited! I got the call a little while ago, she said that they were very impressed with me, and with my prior library experience. I won't start until after Easter, which is actually very ok with me. I need some time to prepare for going back to work. We need to buy another vehicle, arrange for someone to care for the children while W. and I are at work or school...all of that goodness. I must admit, that as elated as I am that I've been hired, I feel a little bad. I feel bad for C. That he's not going to get the same SAHM experience that A. had. I did work for six months when W. was in Kosovo, and then again in Idaho, so it's not like I've never done it before. I'm just experiencing a bit of "Mommy guilt", I guess. 06 March Monday, MondayI haven't done one of these in a while, and it's Monday, so here it is:
1. Do you subscribe to any magazines? Which? Are there any you'd like to subscribe to but haven't? I subscribe to Martha Stewart Living (thanks, Mom!) and Family Fun. I used to subscribe to Parenting, Woman's Day, and Glamour, but the subscriptions have run out. I miss them. I'd also love a subscription to Newsweek. 2. How many books do you read per month? How many are for work? It differs from month to month depending on the book I'm reading and what I have going on, but I'd say I average about one book a month. 3. What is your favorite genre of book (fiction, self-help, etc...)? This is a hard one. Most recently I've been reading lots of fiction, but I also really enjoy reading biographies and non-fiction (books about different cultures and religions). 4. Where do you get your reading materials? Online? Bookstore? Library? I get them mostly from the library. Once in a while I'll buy one from a bookstore. 5. List 5 books you recommend people read: Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
Oh yeah, the library called me this morning. They've decided to proceed with the next phase of the interview process (YAY!). Tomorrow morning I have to go to some security firm and give them my fingerprint and DL# so they can do a background check. Good thing I've been a good girl, huh? 03 March Catching upWow, I've been seriously neglecting my blog! It's been almost a month since my last entry. I guess I've been busy. Time for some major updates, so here goes:
*First and foremost, W. got a job! He's working as a medical assistant for an organization that specializes in the treatment of drug, alcohol, and gambling addiction. They offer counseling, have a methadone clinic, do referrals for rehabs and treatment centers. They also do drug testing for companies. For instance, a company is hiring a new employee and they require a drug test before hiring, they'll send him or her to this place to pee in a cup. They to physicals for that purpose too. They also assist the homeless in rebuilding their lives, offering temporary shelters (including one for battered women and children), counseling and referral services. It's really a great place that does a lot for the community, and W. is happy to work there. The fact that the pay is decent for what he's doing and the benifits are good (or will be, once they kick in) helps too.
*I had my second interview with the library. It went well, and the two women I interviewed with both seemed very receptive and positive. They did say, however, that it would be another four to six weeks before they'll be hiring anyone. Longest hiring process I've ever heard of, but really, it works out well for our family, if indeed I do get hired there. With W. recently getting hired, and still going to school M-F nights, it's going to take some getting used to being the primary caregiver for the kids again. I've been spoiled for the past few months, with W. being home WAY more often than he ever was while he was in the Army. It's also yet another adjustment for the kids, having to get used to him being away more again. So a few more weeks to adjust and get a schedule down will be nice.
* I finally started reading again, and just finished a great book. It's called Tell Them I Didn't Cry by Jackie Spinner. Ms. Spinner is a reporter for The Washington Post and was in Iraq for almost ten months telling the story of the war. Her book was about her experience as a female reporter in Iraq. Very good reading.
*W. and I were in the car talking about finding old friends on MySpace last week, and we started talking about one of his friends from Ft. Drum, Esco. Esco got orders to go to Korea for a little bit before W.'s unit left for Kosovo. We didn't really talk to him much while he was in Korea, as W. was in Kosovo, and I moved back home, and we were all pretty much trying to keep busy. I did see Esco on AIM a few times, and we chatted and he'd keep me updated on what was going on w/ him and I'd do the same, passing along hi's from him to the guys in W.'s unit that he knew. Esco got out of the Army after Korea, and moved home to California. He joined the Ntl. Guard. After spending some time at home, he moved to Reno and got a job and settled down. He was doing really well, until his unit got called up to go to Iraq. He moved back home so he could train with his unit, and we all (W., Esco and me) communicated mostly through Instant Messages. The unit first deployed to Texas, for training, then home for a few weeks then off to Iraq. We continued to keep in touch, sending him cards and packages, and emails and IMs. Esco would tell us about his experiences in Iraq, the good and the bad. How he got in trouble at Abu Ghraib, and how he almost shot a little Iraqi boy. He told me about this girl he was falling in love with, that he wanted to marry, and how he couldn't wait to get out of that hell hole so they could be together under normal circumstances. She too, was a Ntl. Guard soldier, and they met in California before the deployment. He talked about how great she was, and I can remember him telling me how scared he was, when she had to be sent to Germany for testing because the drs. thought she might have cancer. I never heard how that turned out, as he seemed to have dropped off the computer, and never really sent us anything in the mail. (Not that we ever expected anything, he's a guy, in Iraq...come on!) He's been home from Iraq for a little over a year now, and we've been worried. Worried that maybe he got injured or something. I (morbidly) check the CNN website weekly to read the names of those killed in Iraq and Afghanistan, holding my breath that I don't recognize anyone, and saying a prayer for those that are listed. He wasn't on that list. So when we got home that day, we checked MySpace for Esco, but weren't able to find him. So I googled him. I found something I definitely didn't want to find: an article from a newspaper, written several days prior to the day I did the search. Esco and his new found love made it safely out of Iraq. She didn't end up having cancer. They went home together, and got married a few months later. Tragically, Esco's wife was in a car accident this past Valentine's Day. She died, and so did their unborn son. She was eight and a half months pregnant. I've cried for him almost every day since having read the article. It pains my soul to even imagine his anguish. We don't have his address or telephone number, so I called the funeral home that handled the services and they agreed to forward something to him if we mailed it to them. I've got to mail the card. What do you say? I'm so sorry just seems so trite...so insignificant...
*Sorry to be such a downer...I'm sad now. On a lighter note, A. and my mom and I attended "Dinner with Mom" at A.'s school a couple of Fridays ago. They had a spaghetti dinner, chinese auction, 50/50 raffle, and bingo. It was fun. Pictures are posted.
*This weekend will be pretty busy for us. Tomorrow I'm going to Pittsburgh w/ my mom to my aunt's house. We'll be doing some more planning for the family reunion, and spending some much needed girl time together. My cousin J. will be there too, and we always have a great time when we all get together. I'm really looking forward to it. Tomorrow night, we're planning on meeting my brother and his fiancee for dinner when I get back from Pittsburgh. A. is supposed to be spending the night w/ W.'s parents, so we'll just have C. The plan is to go out for dinner, come back to our house, have a few drinks, and watch Ralphie May's stand up DVD. Should be a good time. Sunday we're going to my grandmother's for a family dinner. I'm bringing dessert, so I'm making some Almond Joy dessert thingy, brownies, and a sugar-free banana and vanilla pudding dessert for my grandmother, who is diabetic and thinks she can still eat whatever she wants. I have to try and fool her. I hope it works.
Have a great weekend! 12 February Appreciating 3Another year has passed in the life of my son, and for me, it's bittersweet. Yesterday we celebrated C.'s third birthday, and it was wonderful. A part of me is saddened by the growth of my baby, but the pride and happiness that fuels my soul makes it all worth it. He has grown so much and given so much to me in the past three years...how can I ever express to him my feelings of pride and gratitude? In his three short years of life, my son has lived in four states, six homes, and has made four cross-country trips. He's worried with his mommy and his sister that his daddy would be going off to war, spent a birthday in Vegas, had two emergency room visits, and made and lost friends. He is shy yet charming, sweet with a touch of cantankerousness. He loves to run and jump and throw and hit and roll and bounce and play. He hates to fight, eat, lose, and be messy. He has a sweetness in his soul and in his spirit that leaves you wanting more of him, and makes you want to grab him and hold him forever. He loves Spiderman, Sesame Street, Hulk, cars, trains, Spongebob, Toy Story, Scooby, bacon, spaghetti, pizza, chips and juice. He doesn't like ice cream, or any kind of meat that isn't a meatball, bacon, or a chicken nugget. He hates when his pillow is cold, when his hands are dirty, when his eyes are wet, and Dragon Tales. He's potty trained, knows how to count to fifteen, some of his colors, a few letters, lots of shapes and lots of songs, but he doesn't like when anyone else sings. He's a skinny little wisp of a boy, and when he wraps his arms around my neck and squeezes ever so tightly, he makes my heart melt. His kisses are like none other, as he's the best pucker-upper this side of the Mississippi. He's my baby, and he's growing up.
Yesterday he woke up, and W. and I whispered, "Happy Birthday!". To which he said, "To me?" We said, "Yes, to you!" And he said, "Right now?" And we said, "Yes, all day!" And he said, "In the kitchen?". Silly boy. He thought that it was only his birthday wherever the party was. So if the kitchen was decorated for a party, then it was only his birthday in there. It wasn't his birthday in the living room, or in his bedroom. I love that boy.
After having a yummy breakfast of turkey bacon, then opening his gifts from W. and I and A. (the tool work bench thingy was from W. and me, and the Toy Story movies were from A.), we got showered and dressed, and went shopping. Grammy had sent some birthday money, so we went to Toys R Us to spend it. We shopped around a bit, but C. seemed only remotely interested in what he was seeing. That was until I found a Woody and Jessie (from Toy Story) set. Both dolls (or are they "action figures", since he's a boy?), with pull strings and accessories, just like in the movies for $20.99! Sweet! We knew we didn't have to look any longer after that find, so off we went. Our next stop was Party Max for blue party hats (C.'s favorite color), then to the movies. We saw Chicken Little, which C. has been waiting ever so patiently for months to see. It was definitely worth the wait. It was great! The last time we took the kids to see a movie at the theater (Madagascar), we were disappointed, but not this time. C. was enamoured w/ Chicken Little, and that's a good thing. He had a Chicken Little themed birthday party. After the movie, we got some Chik Fil A to go, and took it home. We ate, put both children in bed for naps, and cleaned and decorated for C.'s birthday party. C. was so excited to see the decorations when he woke up, it was so cute. Soon after, the guests arrived, the party commenced, fun was had, 'Happy Birthday' was sung, cake and ice cream were eaten, gifts were given and opened, love abounded, and my very sugared-up yet tired children were put into bed. It was a great day, a great party, and it was so fun to watch C. be so excited and so happy. Thank you so much to everyone that helped make C.'s birthday so special.
I posted pictures from yesterday's festivities, and there are a few other shots in there from the past week. There are two of A. w/ the bag that she made for school for her Valentine party. The others (the jammy party ones) are from Super Bowl Sunday. We were supposed to go to H. and D.'s for a Super Bowl party, got all ready and packed up into the car. I made cookies to take and everything. It was snowy, and cold, and icy. We pulled out of our driveway and slid. The guy coming down the street almost slid through the stop sign near our house. We proceeded to the intersection with the traffic light, at which there is a bit of a slope. It took three tries before we could pull out of the intersection, due to sliding on the slope. Once we were out on the road, we almost slid into a car facing the other direction. We then decided that it was a bit too icy for us to drive across town, as the weather was expected to worsen throughout the evening. W. tried to make a left onto the next street, so we could go back home, but instead slid right past it. Going ever so slowly, we were finally able to make a left two more streets down, and went back home. Poor A. was so disappointed. She cried and cried. She really wanted to go to the party. I really felt so badly about not being able to go, but H. and D. were very understanding. We needed to do something to lighten the gloomy mood in our house, so I suggested that we have a jammy party. It was only about 5 o'clock, so that was a novel thing for the kids to do. They jumped at the chance, and ran upstairs to get jammies. I made hot cocoa, we ate the cookies that we were supposed to take to H. and D.'s and watched the Steelers win the Super Bowl. At the end of the game, our neighbors lit off fireworks, and you could hear cheering and general drunken revelry. Living just 45 mins. from the 'Burgh, that was to be expected. Anyway, there are pictures in the new group from our jammy party too. Enjoy, and comment! 06 February Monday MemeIt's been a while since I've done one of these, and it IS Monday, so here ya go:
1. List 3 things you see when you look to your left: 1. Shiatsu chair 2. List 3 things you see when you look to your right: 1. my glass of water 3. List the last 3 places you ate out at: 1. Bob Evans 4. List the last 3 things you bought: 1. milk 5. List the last 3 songs you listened to: 1. Takin' Care of Business - BTO |
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