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Not So Hard Afterall...revised

Jack of all trades, master of none. That's me.
01 September

Be a Hero

I 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 Life

My 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...maybe

OK, 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 yard

So 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 list

So 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 man

A 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!
 

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