This wasn't the normal Thanksgiving for our family since we were traveling this year ON Thanksgiving. We've always traveled before and after, but not ON turkey day. Anyway... our lunch was from a fast food joint at the airport in Orlando. It was actually hot and good. I like me a fast food burger once every blue moon. So there ya go.
When we got back to our neck of the woods, the shuttle driver took us to our car and we made our way home on deserted streets. It was a little bit weird. We started unpacking and had things fairly under control by dinnertime. I made something boring with noodles and canned chicken. Fayn-CEE if I do say so myself. My two turkey day meals.. a burger and noodle somethin' or other.
But it was ok. Friday morning, I woke up early and went and got our kitty cat.. pictured above in my header. : ) And started putting together a mini-feast for the three of us. I bought one of those oven ready turkey breast jobber-do's and plopped that puppy in the oven. Easy-peezy! And got out my crumbled cornbread I pre-made for this occasion to make a small batch of homemade dressing. We had a nice little feast of turkey breast, dressing, green bean casserole and cranberry sauce. Hmm... something is missing isn't it?!
Dessert! Well.. lemme tell ya.. when we were at Disney, we had what they call 'The Disney Dining Plan' and it's a little card that has all your meals including dessert pre-paid. It was very convenient. But it also meant we ate dessert with every meal. So we weren't all that sad that I hadn't pre-bought the stuff for pies or something like that. We're kinda tired of dessert. I know! Crazy, huh?!
So there ya have it. Probably the most unusual Turkey Day ever!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
I'm back!
I had a wonderful bloggy break! I enjoyed not being at the computer and just hanging out over the holiday. But I didn't just hang out at home... we went on an adventure! I'll give you some hints... hope you can guess where we went!
Nope.. it wasn't France! Although it looks a little like it....
And it wasn't New York...although it looks a little like it...
And it wasn't a jungle safari... although it looks a little like it...
It was all of those and more! We went to Disneyworld over the break. We got back yesterday afternoon! It was truly a magical vacation!
Nope.. it wasn't France! Although it looks a little like it....
And it wasn't New York...although it looks a little like it...
And it wasn't a jungle safari... although it looks a little like it...
It was all of those and more! We went to Disneyworld over the break. We got back yesterday afternoon! It was truly a magical vacation!
Friday, November 21, 2008
chillin'
Well girls, I'm taking a little break from blogging. As you could tell from my recent posts, I am in a bit of a slump. So I'm taking the opportunity of the holiday to just chill for a bit. See ya soon!
ps..don't forget the holiday post below. Thanks! : )
ps..don't forget the holiday post below. Thanks! : )
Way More Homemade Holidays
Donna at WayMoreHomemade is hosting a carnival today about the holidays. I've been thinking about what I would want to write. But the face of the holiday has changed so much for us. For my husband and me individually as our grandparents aged and died. For me in the loss of a parent and us in the loss of a child. Sometimes this is a hard time of year.. and one I don't particularly get excited about. Like I said, sometimes it's just hard.
But I tried to think of something that's always been a constant. And that would be ornaments. The year we married, we were living on a shoestring, so I made all our ornaments. I was seriously into the whole 'country' thing so I made mauve and blue stuffed hearts to hang all over the tree. I have since made a full recovery from my attachment to mauve and country blue. Ahem. I liked it but of course, it wasn't the classic gold or red. Now I feel like I was ahead of the curve when I see all the wild colors on trees now. We bought an ornament that year to remember our first year. And after that, we decided to buy an ornament every year to commemorate something or other. One year it was a key ornament when we bought our house, there were 2 pregnant ornaments and all the various baby and child ornaments.
Early on in our marriage, a friend and I used to make a treasure hunt out of finding cute ornaments for me. We found loads of mouse ornaments! I used to collect mice and I think she used to get a kick out of me making a big fuss over the sweet little things. Every year when I unwrap them, it's like I'm getting them for the first time again. So stinkin' cute!
One thing that comes to mind every year, is the last ornament our son picked out. At Christmas, we knew he wouldn't be with us much longer, and yet we just continued on with a quiet knowing that this was going to be 'it'. It was very surreal. We went on and let the kids pick out their ornaments as usual. Bub picked out a Veggie Tales one. I have a pic of him proudly holding up his ornament when we decorated the tree. And we continue to purchase ornaments in his memory when we see something that is particularly 'him'. And of course, BooBoo gets an ornament too.
People have given me homemade ornaments and I love those. And I've made a few more recently myself. Last year I gave out dough ornaments as simple small gifts for teachers etc. Boo Boo and I had fun making and painting them together. I have a cross cookie cutter and I'd like to use that this year and make some more. (hint hint: would love ideas on colors to paint them and/or something to write on them etc)
For more traditions, go visit Donna at Way More Homemade Holidays!
But I tried to think of something that's always been a constant. And that would be ornaments. The year we married, we were living on a shoestring, so I made all our ornaments. I was seriously into the whole 'country' thing so I made mauve and blue stuffed hearts to hang all over the tree. I have since made a full recovery from my attachment to mauve and country blue. Ahem. I liked it but of course, it wasn't the classic gold or red. Now I feel like I was ahead of the curve when I see all the wild colors on trees now. We bought an ornament that year to remember our first year. And after that, we decided to buy an ornament every year to commemorate something or other. One year it was a key ornament when we bought our house, there were 2 pregnant ornaments and all the various baby and child ornaments.
Early on in our marriage, a friend and I used to make a treasure hunt out of finding cute ornaments for me. We found loads of mouse ornaments! I used to collect mice and I think she used to get a kick out of me making a big fuss over the sweet little things. Every year when I unwrap them, it's like I'm getting them for the first time again. So stinkin' cute!
One thing that comes to mind every year, is the last ornament our son picked out. At Christmas, we knew he wouldn't be with us much longer, and yet we just continued on with a quiet knowing that this was going to be 'it'. It was very surreal. We went on and let the kids pick out their ornaments as usual. Bub picked out a Veggie Tales one. I have a pic of him proudly holding up his ornament when we decorated the tree. And we continue to purchase ornaments in his memory when we see something that is particularly 'him'. And of course, BooBoo gets an ornament too.
People have given me homemade ornaments and I love those. And I've made a few more recently myself. Last year I gave out dough ornaments as simple small gifts for teachers etc. Boo Boo and I had fun making and painting them together. I have a cross cookie cutter and I'd like to use that this year and make some more. (hint hint: would love ideas on colors to paint them and/or something to write on them etc)
For more traditions, go visit Donna at Way More Homemade Holidays!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
an update and the silver tree
First, for an update on the kitty and the 'situation' with MY throw. She will tolerate being covered with the new throw, but still will not lay down on it. I guess you could call that progress. She slept in our bed last night. I've wondered if this cooler weather has sent her looking for other warm bodies. But thankfully, she didn't sleep on my leg. Yay! She makes me laugh. Her little mind is so funny!
And now, the silver tree. When I was a little girl, we always went to visit my grandparents on Christmas Day. Every year. And the tree was always up and the house smelled like dressing and pie. And fudge. And divinity. She could make anything. But when you're a kid, the first thing you see is the tree. And it was silver. It didn't have the lights and it didn't spin either. It just sat there. But we didn't know any better, so that was ok. They had ornaments that looked old to me at that time. But they all matched. It was a very pretty tree. But it was only up one day. Yes... one day. They put it up early on Christmas Day before everyone arrived and it was taken down later that day by the grandkids 'after it was over'.
It was all so simple back then. The meal was simple. The tree was simple. Our gifts were simple. But we enjoyed ourselves and had a great day. It was sad when my grandparents died 9 months apart while I was in high school. It changed the whole dynamic of Christmas. I don't think it's ever been the same since the silver tree. None of us cared that we didn't have much. Or that my grandparents house was very sparse (by today's standard) and plain. Or that her only kitchen counter was a hoosier. And the only thing hanging on the wall in the entire house was an electric clock in the kitchen. Nobody cared a lick. But everybody cared about each other. You could see it when all of us "young'uns" sat around the kiddie table eating our dressing and cranberry sauce. And you could see it in our smiles.
I know it's almost Thanksgiving and this post is pretty much about Christmas. Just imagine the same scene minus the tree, and you've got a typical Thanksgiving. I miss that. Life has changed a lot since I was a little kid. It's sad. I don't like this time of year. I think that's why I haven't blogged much. I don't think a bunch of posts that say 'I hate this time of year' are very appealing, do you? Anyway... I am thankful for having that when I was a kid. But now that I'm grown, I know that it wasn't perfect. (how many situations are perfect, honestly?) But the grownups still made it special for the kids. I hope to be able to make both holidays special for our daughter as well.
And now, the silver tree. When I was a little girl, we always went to visit my grandparents on Christmas Day. Every year. And the tree was always up and the house smelled like dressing and pie. And fudge. And divinity. She could make anything. But when you're a kid, the first thing you see is the tree. And it was silver. It didn't have the lights and it didn't spin either. It just sat there. But we didn't know any better, so that was ok. They had ornaments that looked old to me at that time. But they all matched. It was a very pretty tree. But it was only up one day. Yes... one day. They put it up early on Christmas Day before everyone arrived and it was taken down later that day by the grandkids 'after it was over'.
It was all so simple back then. The meal was simple. The tree was simple. Our gifts were simple. But we enjoyed ourselves and had a great day. It was sad when my grandparents died 9 months apart while I was in high school. It changed the whole dynamic of Christmas. I don't think it's ever been the same since the silver tree. None of us cared that we didn't have much. Or that my grandparents house was very sparse (by today's standard) and plain. Or that her only kitchen counter was a hoosier. And the only thing hanging on the wall in the entire house was an electric clock in the kitchen. Nobody cared a lick. But everybody cared about each other. You could see it when all of us "young'uns" sat around the kiddie table eating our dressing and cranberry sauce. And you could see it in our smiles.
I know it's almost Thanksgiving and this post is pretty much about Christmas. Just imagine the same scene minus the tree, and you've got a typical Thanksgiving. I miss that. Life has changed a lot since I was a little kid. It's sad. I don't like this time of year. I think that's why I haven't blogged much. I don't think a bunch of posts that say 'I hate this time of year' are very appealing, do you? Anyway... I am thankful for having that when I was a kid. But now that I'm grown, I know that it wasn't perfect. (how many situations are perfect, honestly?) But the grownups still made it special for the kids. I hope to be able to make both holidays special for our daughter as well.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
but it's MINE
Cats are funny.. and picky. I guess I didn't understand just how picky they could be until we got one. She likes being on things.. and in things, as you can see by the pic of her in a cat bed I got for her at Ikea. It is just so stinkin' cute, isn't it? Anyway... she used to sleep in the bathroom. But then she started making all sorts of racket so we decided to try to see if she could get happy sleeping outside the bathroom. Yeah.. she eventually got cozy sleeping outside the bathroom, on my leg. I wasn't overly thrilled. But then she decided she liked the throw on the couch... my not so cheap Lands End fleecy something or other throw. At first I was happy that she was just off my legs at night, but then one day I wanted to curl up on the couch with MY blanket and it was all cat-hairy and that bugged me.
So I got an idea. I decided yesterday to get her a new blanket all her own. So I went off to Big Lots in search of an alternative that costs less than my Lands End throw. I found one. It's really soft and a similar color. I washed mine and hers together in hot to get the cat off MY throw and to clean hers and get it ready for the couch. Weeeeell....
...crazy cat won't even go near the new throw. And if you put her on it, she scrambled off like she's been shot out of a cannon. So out of desperation, I 'fixed' the new throw on her 'spot' on the couch and put the old throw next to it, in the middle of the couch, which is not her favorite spot. Guess where she ended up? Yep.... on the old throw in the middle of the couch. Drives me nuts. I like MY throw but I don't have any ideas on how to get it back. Do you think reverse phsychology would work.. you know... I'll take her throw as mine and see if she gets jealous? That just makes me giggle.. having to play mind games with a cat to to get her to sleep with an $8 blanket!
Monday, November 17, 2008
Monday madness
This has been a typical Monday.. with a little extra thrown in. One of the first things on my 'to do' list when I get started on my Monday is to make out a grocery list. To do that, I have to do my menu planning. I look through cookbooks and ask if there are any requests over the weekend so that on Monday, I can write down all our meals for the week. Then I'll know what goes on the list. I've gone to the dark side started buying my groceries at Walmart instead of Kroger, since they always have the fresh meats I need on a consistent basis. Anyhoo... I make out my list of grocery and non-grocery items on the computer. I put a * next to the produce items and 'first things' on the grocery side. And I put the non food things at the top of the list, so I'll remember them before I head over to grocery.
Then I get started and try and focus to "git'r done". I am always smiling when I see the lady at checkout because the end is in sight. It means I'm almost done with the most unfun chore of my week! And we know what we're having every night of the week because I post the meals on the microwave so I don't have to answer one very nosy, very forgetful little girl over and over and over. A-hem!
My only bummer today was that they were out of cranberry sauce. Bummer. The holidays are a'coming and I could feel it in the stress and struggle of everyone at the store today.
Then I get started and try and focus to "git'r done". I am always smiling when I see the lady at checkout because the end is in sight. It means I'm almost done with the most unfun chore of my week! And we know what we're having every night of the week because I post the meals on the microwave so I don't have to answer one very nosy, very forgetful little girl over and over and over. A-hem!
My only bummer today was that they were out of cranberry sauce. Bummer. The holidays are a'coming and I could feel it in the stress and struggle of everyone at the store today.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Friday Five
Otherwise known as... I don't have much to say about anything.
1. Texas weather is nuts. It was supposed to turn off cooler today. I wore jeans and a flannel shirt expecting the drop. Well, nope.. it's still not cooler. So now I'm in shorts and a tee shirt. But by tomorrow I might want the flannel again.
2. My cat is so cute she just makes me want to smoosh her. I guess that's why she hates me so much. I guess my snugglin' and smoochin' just drives her batty.
3. I think my whole family is burned out on school right now. She is tired of it. We are tired of it. It just feels like it never ends sometimes. Looking forward to Thanksgiving break!
4. I dislike school projects. There is always some element that a parent cannot turn a child loose on... like gathering photos and getting copies made so you can glue them to some board. Just sayin'. : )
5. I bought some floral pick things that are Christmas-y to try and redo my wreath. I croak at spending a big ole wad of money on a brand new wreath I put out for 3 or 4 weeks a year. I haven't decorated the mantle in years. Thought I would do it this year.. but needed to redo the wreath. I hope it turns out good. It if does, I might post a pic. If not, I won't.. ok.. maybe I will so you all can laugh at it. LOL
I'm in a writing rut. Can anybody tell?
1. Texas weather is nuts. It was supposed to turn off cooler today. I wore jeans and a flannel shirt expecting the drop. Well, nope.. it's still not cooler. So now I'm in shorts and a tee shirt. But by tomorrow I might want the flannel again.
2. My cat is so cute she just makes me want to smoosh her. I guess that's why she hates me so much. I guess my snugglin' and smoochin' just drives her batty.
3. I think my whole family is burned out on school right now. She is tired of it. We are tired of it. It just feels like it never ends sometimes. Looking forward to Thanksgiving break!
4. I dislike school projects. There is always some element that a parent cannot turn a child loose on... like gathering photos and getting copies made so you can glue them to some board. Just sayin'. : )
5. I bought some floral pick things that are Christmas-y to try and redo my wreath. I croak at spending a big ole wad of money on a brand new wreath I put out for 3 or 4 weeks a year. I haven't decorated the mantle in years. Thought I would do it this year.. but needed to redo the wreath. I hope it turns out good. It if does, I might post a pic. If not, I won't.. ok.. maybe I will so you all can laugh at it. LOL
I'm in a writing rut. Can anybody tell?
Thursday, November 13, 2008
irrational fear
I was eating lunch with a friend yesterday. We were actually talking about the 'thing' that happened the other day with the lady on the phone. (and we hit on pretty much that whole post. Nobody I know in my real life knows I blog, so I guess it's 'used' material when we discuss it, but whatever.) We were also talking about giving in general. And I was going on and on about how I want to sponsor a Compassion child. But then I said I didn't know when it would happen...
...because of irrational fear. Do you want to know what it is???! It's the fear that something 'bad' will happen to the child while we sponsor it. Crazy isn't it? So many good things will happen to this child IF we sponsor it, but I can't get over the possibility of something terrible like an incurable illness coming to this child and having a front seat watching something happening half way around the world. I think sometimes I just can't go there anymore. I try so hard sometimes to protect my heart. But from what? I know in my heart that sponsoring would bring so much hope and happiness and just a chance for life to be different for them.. which is so wonderful and amazing.
And yet there is that stupid, irrational fear. My friend and I were talking about it and I was afraid it wouldn't make any sense to her. But she said it did on an emotional level. And I guess that's good.. I'm not totally whacko. Just a little bit.
This whole thought process runs it complete opposition to a discussion a friend at church and I were having the other day. She was telling me how she was so glad I could show to the world that there is life after what we went through with Bub. That there can be happiness and joy. And I teared up. Because on the one hand, I know that is true, but not because of *anything* I have done or can do for myself. I know there are many ways in which God has healed my heart. And I know that it is only because of Him that I have any measure of peace and joy regarding Bub. He is the only reason I've been able to continue. And I can see it in myself when I've begun to stray from God and I begin to 'see' my thoughts in different ways and realize I'm not really 'with' God at that time, if that makes sense. And of course, those thoughts remind me of where He wants me to be. Abiding in Him. (there's that word again!)
So there is it.. the jumble of irrationality and relationship that intermingle constantly in my heart. There is life and happiness and yet just under it, there is a story of 'other times' that are never that far away. A strange life sometimes.
...because of irrational fear. Do you want to know what it is???! It's the fear that something 'bad' will happen to the child while we sponsor it. Crazy isn't it? So many good things will happen to this child IF we sponsor it, but I can't get over the possibility of something terrible like an incurable illness coming to this child and having a front seat watching something happening half way around the world. I think sometimes I just can't go there anymore. I try so hard sometimes to protect my heart. But from what? I know in my heart that sponsoring would bring so much hope and happiness and just a chance for life to be different for them.. which is so wonderful and amazing.
And yet there is that stupid, irrational fear. My friend and I were talking about it and I was afraid it wouldn't make any sense to her. But she said it did on an emotional level. And I guess that's good.. I'm not totally whacko. Just a little bit.
This whole thought process runs it complete opposition to a discussion a friend at church and I were having the other day. She was telling me how she was so glad I could show to the world that there is life after what we went through with Bub. That there can be happiness and joy. And I teared up. Because on the one hand, I know that is true, but not because of *anything* I have done or can do for myself. I know there are many ways in which God has healed my heart. And I know that it is only because of Him that I have any measure of peace and joy regarding Bub. He is the only reason I've been able to continue. And I can see it in myself when I've begun to stray from God and I begin to 'see' my thoughts in different ways and realize I'm not really 'with' God at that time, if that makes sense. And of course, those thoughts remind me of where He wants me to be. Abiding in Him. (there's that word again!)
So there is it.. the jumble of irrationality and relationship that intermingle constantly in my heart. There is life and happiness and yet just under it, there is a story of 'other times' that are never that far away. A strange life sometimes.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Works for Me Wednesday-or I write on my clothes!
This morning I was reading Works for Me Wednesday at Rocks in My Dryer and realized I had two good tips just sitting there on my mental back burner. So here they are!
First of all... it totally made me laugh when she talked about getting jeans at the thrift store. I am so into that too. And yes, they're like $3 even if they still have the tags on them. I just bought a pair of capris that came from Dillards that still had the tags on them for $3. Score! But this tip has to do with some new jeans I bought. I have a hard time finding things that fit. I think most of us feel the same way. So when I find jeans I like, I'll buy two or three pairs. Well even though they all might technically fit, most of the time there are slight variations in the fit. And sometimes I'd rather wear one over the other... just depends on how many Oreos I've had lately. A-hem. Now.. here's what I do so I'll know which pair I'm grabbing. I write on the tags. I know! It kinda feels like running with scissors or something. I had to tell myself that, yes it IS ok to write on my clothes. So here's what I do.. I number them. I bought 3 pairs of the jeans in the below pic..and yes... all three fit differently.. but this pair fit the loosest. So I marked them with a 3. They are numbered by how they fit. So now I don't have to try on all three pairs to find the ones I want.
By the way.. in case you're wondering.. these jeans are Lee Stretch and I got them at Penneys and they are wonderful.
First of all... it totally made me laugh when she talked about getting jeans at the thrift store. I am so into that too. And yes, they're like $3 even if they still have the tags on them. I just bought a pair of capris that came from Dillards that still had the tags on them for $3. Score! But this tip has to do with some new jeans I bought. I have a hard time finding things that fit. I think most of us feel the same way. So when I find jeans I like, I'll buy two or three pairs. Well even though they all might technically fit, most of the time there are slight variations in the fit. And sometimes I'd rather wear one over the other... just depends on how many Oreos I've had lately. A-hem. Now.. here's what I do so I'll know which pair I'm grabbing. I write on the tags. I know! It kinda feels like running with scissors or something. I had to tell myself that, yes it IS ok to write on my clothes. So here's what I do.. I number them. I bought 3 pairs of the jeans in the below pic..and yes... all three fit differently.. but this pair fit the loosest. So I marked them with a 3. They are numbered by how they fit. So now I don't have to try on all three pairs to find the ones I want.
By the way.. in case you're wondering.. these jeans are Lee Stretch and I got them at Penneys and they are wonderful.
Similarly, when I buy new socks, I mark my old ones. Here's why. I still have old ones exactly like them. Yes I am brand loyal. But more than that, I buy what fits. And I have small feet. And if you have small feet, the athletic socks at Target with the brand of Champion on them run smaller and I don't have to tie a knot on the end of the toe to wear them. Just sayin'. Anyhoo.. I put little dots on my old socks so after a few washes I can tell them from my new ones. New socks feel different, but after a wash or two they don't look much different (thanks to walking around in my sock feet at home all the time). And my delicate ankles can tell if there are different amounts of pressure from the elastic and it bugs me. So now I can tell the new from the old just from checking for the dot when I mate and fold. 
For more fun tips, visit Works for Me Wednesday at Rocks in my Dryer.
For more fun tips, visit Works for Me Wednesday at Rocks in my Dryer. Monday, November 10, 2008
doctor handsome
We got a letter in the mail the other day from a family that benefited from the care they received at the hospital Bub was treated at. At the end of the letter, it said 'someone' would be contacting us soon to see if we wanted to give to the hospital.
Soon was today.
I talked to the lady and told her we had given to the hospital in the past. And that we also had received excellent care and were thrilled to be able to give back. But we had already given back.
Now we're considering sponsoring a Compassion child.
I felt like I had to defend the fact that I was not, at this time, interested in giving. She was sort of aggressive. She asked if I wasn't going to give this year, was I going to give next year. I got sort of tired of the conversation, frankly.
But it did take me back to realize we did receive excellent care. At every level. But one thing that happened went over and beyond. I called clinic one day and told the nurses that Bub had been waking up at night fussing about his knee. They immediately went into action and I got a call back from one of the doctors. We call him Doctor Handsome. Not because of how he looks, but because every time he came into our room, he referred to Bub as 'Handsome'.. hey, Handsome, gimme five.. that kinda deal. And Bub H-A-T-E-D it. He did not like being fussed with that way. I don't blame him. I never did either.
But anyway.. back to Doctor Handsome... when he called me back, he told me Bub needed a strong narcotic liquid and that is a controlled substance and he couldn't call it in. And I couldn't run into Kroger and grab it either. We needed to go to a specialized pharmacy. And it was getting late. Believe it or not.. Dr Handsome offered to drop the RX by my house on his way home. We figured out he lives in a neighboring suburb down the street from us. So that's what he did. He was at my door probably less than an hour later with scrip in hand. I was shocked he would do it and incredibly grateful. It was funny for Bub to see 'him' at our front door. It's a cute memory for me, believe it or not.
The kids had fun running around in the pharmacy playing together. You wouldn't know he was terminally ill by watching them cut up. They were disruptive, but I didn't give a rip. He was gone six days later.
I didn't have time to go into it with the lady on the phone. But the people that wrote the letter aren't the only ones with a story to tell. If she'd of stopped pushing me long enough, she could'a heard that.
Soon was today.
I talked to the lady and told her we had given to the hospital in the past. And that we also had received excellent care and were thrilled to be able to give back. But we had already given back.
Now we're considering sponsoring a Compassion child.
I felt like I had to defend the fact that I was not, at this time, interested in giving. She was sort of aggressive. She asked if I wasn't going to give this year, was I going to give next year. I got sort of tired of the conversation, frankly.
But it did take me back to realize we did receive excellent care. At every level. But one thing that happened went over and beyond. I called clinic one day and told the nurses that Bub had been waking up at night fussing about his knee. They immediately went into action and I got a call back from one of the doctors. We call him Doctor Handsome. Not because of how he looks, but because every time he came into our room, he referred to Bub as 'Handsome'.. hey, Handsome, gimme five.. that kinda deal. And Bub H-A-T-E-D it. He did not like being fussed with that way. I don't blame him. I never did either.
But anyway.. back to Doctor Handsome... when he called me back, he told me Bub needed a strong narcotic liquid and that is a controlled substance and he couldn't call it in. And I couldn't run into Kroger and grab it either. We needed to go to a specialized pharmacy. And it was getting late. Believe it or not.. Dr Handsome offered to drop the RX by my house on his way home. We figured out he lives in a neighboring suburb down the street from us. So that's what he did. He was at my door probably less than an hour later with scrip in hand. I was shocked he would do it and incredibly grateful. It was funny for Bub to see 'him' at our front door. It's a cute memory for me, believe it or not.
The kids had fun running around in the pharmacy playing together. You wouldn't know he was terminally ill by watching them cut up. They were disruptive, but I didn't give a rip. He was gone six days later.
I didn't have time to go into it with the lady on the phone. But the people that wrote the letter aren't the only ones with a story to tell. If she'd of stopped pushing me long enough, she could'a heard that.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
silly observations
I don't have much going on today, which is nice. But it always causes me to notice things I otherwise wouldn't think about.
I was petting the kitty on the bed today. And the fur was flying. She wasn't mad at me. yet. But if I just touch her, her hair falls out. It's a cat thing. But then I noticed a hair stuck to her nose. I kept trying to get it off. That made her mad. I think about the time I got one off, another one got stuck on. I know when I get cat fur on my nose, it tickles and it bugs me. I wonder how she feels about it.
Also.. I've noticed that I have a new reader of my blog. It's somebody I know. It makes me feel funny. Kinda like somebody is snooping around in my business and I can't decide how I feel about it. She's commented to me in person regarding several posts. She sure is nosey. She's my daughter.
We ordered a pizza this weekend. We always order one with no cheese. This time we ordered it from another place because we had a coupon. It had cheese on it. Makes the coupon not seem very worth it when we had to wait forever since they had to remake it. I think we'll stick with Papa John's. They do it over the computer and it's right there in front of them. We've never had a problem with them. We like them best...sometimes coupons aren't worth it, ya know?
Well.. those are my 'deep thoughts' for the day. woo hooo.
I was petting the kitty on the bed today. And the fur was flying. She wasn't mad at me. yet. But if I just touch her, her hair falls out. It's a cat thing. But then I noticed a hair stuck to her nose. I kept trying to get it off. That made her mad. I think about the time I got one off, another one got stuck on. I know when I get cat fur on my nose, it tickles and it bugs me. I wonder how she feels about it.
Also.. I've noticed that I have a new reader of my blog. It's somebody I know. It makes me feel funny. Kinda like somebody is snooping around in my business and I can't decide how I feel about it. She's commented to me in person regarding several posts. She sure is nosey. She's my daughter.
We ordered a pizza this weekend. We always order one with no cheese. This time we ordered it from another place because we had a coupon. It had cheese on it. Makes the coupon not seem very worth it when we had to wait forever since they had to remake it. I think we'll stick with Papa John's. They do it over the computer and it's right there in front of them. We've never had a problem with them. We like them best...sometimes coupons aren't worth it, ya know?
Well.. those are my 'deep thoughts' for the day. woo hooo.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
expelled
The hubby and I had some time to ourselves yesterday, so we decided to watch a movie we bought a while back. It was called Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed (with Ben Stein). The whole movie is pretty much interviews with various scholars/scientists regarding intelligent design. Some were denying that God ever existed or that there could be any form of 'ID'. Many others have had their jobs taken etc for suggesting there is an author of the universe. That we didn't just become the way Darwin suggests.
Anyway.. there were so many observations. One of them was a man who described how ridiculous religion was and how he had determined God didn't exist. Another one was the discussion of how some religious people 'in the field' decide after studying Darwinism, that they no longer accept God and become atheists. This one stunned me more than the first fellow that never seemed to claim His name in the first place. All of it broke my heart.
But why... why would someone who felt like they 'had' God at some point, turn away and decide within themselves He doesn't exist. Because they didn't know Him in the first place?
Would I... could I turn away and decide He didn't exist? I know the answer to that is no. But why? Maybe it's because I am not just serving a religion. (I AM burned out on that part myself) But I have a relationship as sure as any of the earthly ones I have here. I talk to Him and He talks to me. I am as sure of the things He says to me as the things others have said to me. How could I turn away from that? I couldn't!
This is one of the things that made me so sad about watching the movie. Seeing these people with nothing to put their trust in but their own wisdom. Relying only on the seen.. only on what they could touch with their hands or see through a microscope. What a life..devoid of any hope. And yet that is how most people stumble through their lives.
I'm so thankful He's given me hope and life and shown me Himself beyond the seen.
Anyway.. there were so many observations. One of them was a man who described how ridiculous religion was and how he had determined God didn't exist. Another one was the discussion of how some religious people 'in the field' decide after studying Darwinism, that they no longer accept God and become atheists. This one stunned me more than the first fellow that never seemed to claim His name in the first place. All of it broke my heart.
But why... why would someone who felt like they 'had' God at some point, turn away and decide within themselves He doesn't exist. Because they didn't know Him in the first place?
Would I... could I turn away and decide He didn't exist? I know the answer to that is no. But why? Maybe it's because I am not just serving a religion. (I AM burned out on that part myself) But I have a relationship as sure as any of the earthly ones I have here. I talk to Him and He talks to me. I am as sure of the things He says to me as the things others have said to me. How could I turn away from that? I couldn't!
This is one of the things that made me so sad about watching the movie. Seeing these people with nothing to put their trust in but their own wisdom. Relying only on the seen.. only on what they could touch with their hands or see through a microscope. What a life..devoid of any hope. And yet that is how most people stumble through their lives.
I'm so thankful He's given me hope and life and shown me Himself beyond the seen.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
mommy ears
Sleep changes forever when you have kids. It just does. For lots of reasons. But mainly, it's because you get 'mommy ears'. When Boo Boo was born, I heard every peep she made in the night. If she squeaked funny I was by her crib checking on her. And then when she got a little bigger, if her dolly fell out of bed, I heard it. Or even if she just moved around, I was aware.
The years have gone on and things have relaxed a little bit. My little one is thirteen and she can find the 'potty' in the night without me and I don't hear every move she makes at night like I did when she was younger.
That's what made last night all the stranger. I was startled awake by the whispered sound of "Mom!". My eyes flew open but I didn't see her. I knew by the sound of her whisper she should be right by the bed, but when I looked all around, there was no one. My heart slowed and I put my head back on the pillow trying to figure out what I'd heard. Was I dreaming? What's the deal?
Then it hit me.
My husband's sleep apnea machine was whistling. If it gets slightly off kilter it can make soft, airy sounds. That's what I heard. Gee whiz! Once mommy ears, always mommy ears.
The years have gone on and things have relaxed a little bit. My little one is thirteen and she can find the 'potty' in the night without me and I don't hear every move she makes at night like I did when she was younger.
That's what made last night all the stranger. I was startled awake by the whispered sound of "Mom!". My eyes flew open but I didn't see her. I knew by the sound of her whisper she should be right by the bed, but when I looked all around, there was no one. My heart slowed and I put my head back on the pillow trying to figure out what I'd heard. Was I dreaming? What's the deal?
Then it hit me.
My husband's sleep apnea machine was whistling. If it gets slightly off kilter it can make soft, airy sounds. That's what I heard. Gee whiz! Once mommy ears, always mommy ears.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
heartsick
There are many words floating around in my head this morning. But the one that says it all is heartsick. My sorrow for this country and its future generations is beyond what I can articulate. I'm just sickened by the agendas that will more than likely be pushed on us in the days to come.
We all know the list of hot button topics. And they all have vast moral and societal implications for us as a country. Makes me shudder and be sickened to the core. And calls me all the more to prayer for our country's people.
Like I said.. heartsick.
We all know the list of hot button topics. And they all have vast moral and societal implications for us as a country. Makes me shudder and be sickened to the core. And calls me all the more to prayer for our country's people.
Like I said.. heartsick.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Ticks Me Off Tuesday
With everybody's minds on the election today and all the stress of wondering what is about to happen to the free world, I thought I would focus on something much more petty today. Something I know I have lots of... those little everyday things that bug me. This post was actually my husband's idea since I'm always saying this little thing or that little thing ticks me off.
So here we go... it's Ticks Me Off Tuesday!
There are the little things I can't find when other people use them and don't put them back where they belong... like the letter opener as seen here in it's proper location on the side of the frig.
I get amazed at people so busy with their cell phones behind the wheel that they can't be bothered with.. ya know...DRIVING. And then they give me some awful glare if I have to honk at them to move their booty when the light turns green because they're too busy texting or something.
If you can think of some other things you'd like to add to this very specialand maybe only edition of Ticks Me Off Tuesday, please feel free to leave me a comment!
So here we go... it's Ticks Me Off Tuesday!
There are the little things I can't find when other people use them and don't put them back where they belong... like the letter opener as seen here in it's proper location on the side of the frig.
Then there are things that I can't figure out. Like why is it I can take one quick look at the cup holder in my van and see it's not going to work. Most of the time this is what my water bottle looks like when I'm driving. Guess where it ends up if I have to stop quickly.
Take a look at the shallow little tray in between the seats. Yes it is the same depth as a pencil. Yep.. brilliance in action! That is my sunglass clipon case.. guess where it ends up if I have to stop fast.
On the floor... same place the water bottle ends up.
I get amazed at people so busy with their cell phones behind the wheel that they can't be bothered with.. ya know...DRIVING. And then they give me some awful glare if I have to honk at them to move their booty when the light turns green because they're too busy texting or something.
If you can think of some other things you'd like to add to this very special
Monday, November 3, 2008
the nerve
I read an article the other day about a family that kept having their McCain/Palin yard signs removed. They finally had had enough and since the husband was an electrical engineer, he decided to put a tiny shock on his sign... and a sign warning as such...and a hidden camera.
Guess what... 'little Johnny' came walking up and touched the sign and got a little zap. He walked away... with his Obama/Biden sign. Of course, he ran right to his mommy and daddy. And they got mad because their kid got zapped.
Huh?!
What ever happened to the parents being embarrassed that their child would do such a thing? Well... acccording to them, he just wanted to touch the sign. Yeah right. That's why he was holding an Obama sign. Uh-huh. How stupid do these parents take this couple for?! I get so sad at the mentality that's taking over parents these days. How dare you say my child did anything wrong. How dare you try to stop them. How dare you try to correct it. Just how dare you.
And then one day these children hit their teenage years and get in more trouble. And then wonder what went wrong. Well.... maybe if you 'parents' had of used discipline when little Johnny acted up rather than running around trying to bail them out and explain away his behavior, you/we wouldn't be in this pickle.
Guess what... 'little Johnny' came walking up and touched the sign and got a little zap. He walked away... with his Obama/Biden sign. Of course, he ran right to his mommy and daddy. And they got mad because their kid got zapped.
Huh?!
What ever happened to the parents being embarrassed that their child would do such a thing? Well... acccording to them, he just wanted to touch the sign. Yeah right. That's why he was holding an Obama sign. Uh-huh. How stupid do these parents take this couple for?! I get so sad at the mentality that's taking over parents these days. How dare you say my child did anything wrong. How dare you try to stop them. How dare you try to correct it. Just how dare you.
And then one day these children hit their teenage years and get in more trouble. And then wonder what went wrong. Well.... maybe if you 'parents' had of used discipline when little Johnny acted up rather than running around trying to bail them out and explain away his behavior, you/we wouldn't be in this pickle.
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