I am so honored to have received this award. I would like to thank all of the little people I had to step on to get here today. I did an enormous amount of team work (all by myself even) and really, you have all looked up to me so long it was about time I was placed on a pedastal.
Honest Scrap award:
A) First list 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep!
B) Pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap.
1. I hate seafood. Not a little bit, not mildly, but like hang on, I am making a retching sound. I really, really hate seafood.
2. I have really ugly feet. I am extraordinarily sensitive about it. So when I am in one of my 10 pairs of flip flops, don't point and whisper...I already know.
3. I am afraid of living too far away from civilization. My husband keeps threatening to make me live in the middle of nowhere. And really, since I am a hermit and social parasite, I shouldn't care, but I do...Nordstrom, where for art thou Nordstrom?
4. I can re-read books over and over. Every time I read it, the picture gets soooo much better in my head. I'm telling ya...Hollywood ain't got nothin' on my brain.
5. I do not have an off button for food. I have even named my own eating disorder...Apathetic Gorgism (I don't care how much I eat)...as long as it's going down, it's not going up. YUCK.
6. I have always wanted to be a writer. I am pretending to live out that dream on my blog. One day I would love to get published.
7. I am a terrible housekeeper. I hate cleaning....I really, really, really hate vacuuming the stairs (that was one of my jobs as a kid).
8. I LOVE (how prideful, I know) my imagination. My mind wanders, but at least it is always PG and there are NO commercials.
9. My brother and I used to make up songs to torture my sister in the car when she had to go to the bathroom (i.e. Tinkle, tinkle little star, how I wonder where you are, I need you more than you know, Dad please hurry before she goes...etc. Personal favorite: Sitting on the bowl, reaching for the roll...RAW HIDE)
10. I have Turrets Syndrome in my head when I get really, really mad...At least I keep it contained.
Again, thank you to all of the little people....
I tag:
1. Heidi
2. Karey (maybe this will motivate you to actually post for a change)
3. Lore
4. Jill
5. Uncle Mikes smelly, green armpits
6. Mom...hello, it's been like...a year (and you currently have time)
7. Lisa (I think it's time you started...hint, hint)
Lessons Learned
1. It wouldn't be a post without a lesson, would it?
2. It's easy for me to share when I don't have to look ya in the eye.
3. I am so dang transparent.
4. I wish I were a butterfly....oh, wait sorry...this isn't a random thought.
5. Buh-bye.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
Cry and The World Cries With You
http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&sid=5459925
Thank you so very much to Karen Decker for finding this article so that I can appropriately mourn.
Dear John,
As I reflect upon your life, I am filled with sorrow. No, I never did know you personally, but as an individual who was extremely close to a cousin of yours, I feel it necessary to pay my respects to you, and all who knew you and yours.
You never complained, not once. People could dump on you, again and again, and yet you did your job, with honor and efficiency. At times, you felt choked by the air around you. Still, you stayed silent while matches were lit in effigy of those who were silent, but deadly.
So often people came to you flushing their lives away. You didn't try to stop them, instead you sat silent, gleaming and strong. You never flooded them with the errors of their ways, instead you showed them that true happiness lies not in letting the crap hit the fan, but in letting the crap roll downhill. You were on the top of the hill, John. Thank you for letting it roll.
Thank you for unconditionally accepting what others left behind. You never minded the underappreciation that came with the responsibility and work of keeping it clean. You were able to wisely use your time and pair with others when needed. I know that Kaboom, CLR and Lysol, as well as many others are in mourning over the shot heard round the bowl. No one feels their pain more keenly than TP.
John, its' time to say goodbye. I will never forget the ends that you accepted while people explored the means. You have earned your just rewards. I can say farewell knowing that Clorox toilet tabs await you and that you will once again be restored to your gleaming, porcelain self.
Again, John, while I will miss you, it won't be nearly as much as the boys.
Lessons Learned
1. It's soooooooooooooo sad.
2. There really are no words...images, yes, words no.
3. I will no longer take the limited time I have with my own, for granted.
4. You never know what might be left behind.
5. Cry and the world cries with you. Laugh and burn a few calories.
Thank you so very much to Karen Decker for finding this article so that I can appropriately mourn.
Dear John,
As I reflect upon your life, I am filled with sorrow. No, I never did know you personally, but as an individual who was extremely close to a cousin of yours, I feel it necessary to pay my respects to you, and all who knew you and yours.
You never complained, not once. People could dump on you, again and again, and yet you did your job, with honor and efficiency. At times, you felt choked by the air around you. Still, you stayed silent while matches were lit in effigy of those who were silent, but deadly.
So often people came to you flushing their lives away. You didn't try to stop them, instead you sat silent, gleaming and strong. You never flooded them with the errors of their ways, instead you showed them that true happiness lies not in letting the crap hit the fan, but in letting the crap roll downhill. You were on the top of the hill, John. Thank you for letting it roll.
Thank you for unconditionally accepting what others left behind. You never minded the underappreciation that came with the responsibility and work of keeping it clean. You were able to wisely use your time and pair with others when needed. I know that Kaboom, CLR and Lysol, as well as many others are in mourning over the shot heard round the bowl. No one feels their pain more keenly than TP.
John, its' time to say goodbye. I will never forget the ends that you accepted while people explored the means. You have earned your just rewards. I can say farewell knowing that Clorox toilet tabs await you and that you will once again be restored to your gleaming, porcelain self.
Again, John, while I will miss you, it won't be nearly as much as the boys.
Lessons Learned
1. It's soooooooooooooo sad.
2. There really are no words...images, yes, words no.
3. I will no longer take the limited time I have with my own, for granted.
4. You never know what might be left behind.
5. Cry and the world cries with you. Laugh and burn a few calories.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Please Suh, May I Have Suhmoh
You need to read the title with an English accent. DUH.
I was treated to a visit from my sister, nephews and niece yesterday. As usual, there is a story behind it...
Savannah decided it was high time for her to get an education on make-up (not the kind of homework you have to do when you miss too much school). Me, being the ultimate girly mom of course replied, "Huh?" When she asked me where my make-up was so we could do some girl bonding...I started laughing. The last time I wore make-up was 3, almost 4 years ago for a family picture. Huh-loooo, have ya seen me. It's not that I am a granola type...it's called lazy...ka-peesh? Not that there is anything wrong with being a granola-y type (I personally happen to think that is a positive stereotype), I just don't wear make-up cuz I am the ultimate in lazy...and the hair? Wash and wear...oh yeah baby.
If I ever got a make-over I would probably freak out trying to figure out who was looking at me from the mirror...Okay, I think we have covered enough of MY dysfunctional personality for the day...back to Savannah and my complete inability to help her with make-up.
So thank goodness family. I made a quick call to my sister, who by the way, the last time we did a Mary Kay thing together...showed the Mary Kay lady a few snazzy tricks...she is that good. My sister has 3 kids...the oldest being 6...and a boy. So Heidis chance at having make-up girl bonding time, was pretty much slim to none. Fortunately the planets aligned and we were able to arrange for me to hang with her kids, while she took Savannah shopping and did some make-up-y things. Me and the kids....so WAY more my speed.
The 4 came yesterday, and then Heidi, Savannah and Sara were off. We had a FAB-O time. I love kids. I just feel so much more in my element. Yes, I do like to play with Legos...thank you very much. And I also like shooting people with the Buzz Lightyear Ray gun. Okay?
After hanging out for a while, I was up in the kitchen when Korbin (the awesome 6 year old), came up to me and said, "You know what? I'm hungry. And I don't know how to make a snack at your house." Cool...tell me how you really feel. We search for an appropriate snack in the snack drawer, but were unable to find anything appetizing...look if that can happen to a grown up looking at a fully stocked refrigerator...it can SO happen to a hungry 6 year old and a snack drawer. We finally decided on a Peanut Butter sandwich (don't worry, my PB came from food storage that had been there for a few months...no Salmonella worries here). I had very specific instructions, "Peanut Butter only on one slice of bread, no jelly, covered with another slice of bread." Got it...I may have a future in the restaurant business. Happiness reigned supreme as he headed back downstairs to hang with everybody else.
Two minutes later, Landon (the awesome 2 year old) ran up to me and said, "I heard Korbin eating and sandwich. I want a sandwich." I wish I had super-powers that allowed me to hear people eating a sandwich...why do you think I love this kid so much. Again, specific instructions, "Peanut butter, jelly, no, yes, no, yes, yes jelly". I think I got it right. He ate it.
Two minutes later, Hadlie (the awesome 4 year old) ran up to me and said, "Don't worry, I'll make my own sandwich." I LOVE SELF SERVICE. And I told her, that it would make me really happy to make her a sandwich if I could just finish the song I was playing on the piano. After about 30 seconds, I hear a sweet voice from the kitchen, "I'm still waiting." (with the perfect sing-songy tone...it is a genetic trait). And 5 seconds after that, she runs in to tell me that she got the bread out for me. "Just the bread, that's it. That's all I did." What a rockin' kid...no woman shall work alone in her kitchen.
I made her sandwich...and again, felt so satisfied that I was able to fill another hungry belly. She took her sandwich and went to play with everyone else. We enjoyed the rest of the visit...snacking all the way. Sadly, the end of our play-date ended way too soon. It was time for everyone to head home, have their dinners and do their nightly routines.
After I got my own children fed, I went to make my own sandwich. As I reached into the bread bag, my hand was covered in a slimy, gooey mess. Strawberry jelly. And yet, I could still hear the sound of, "Just the bread, that's it. That's all I did." echoing in my head.
Lessons Learned
1. Skin washes.
2. Who the heck cares...it's just jelly.
3. I love my nieces and nephews...it's nice that they come down to my level and play with me.
4. The family that eats together...gets chubby. We should start working on that whole plays together thing.
5. Food conquers all...whoever said love conquers all, had just finished at an all you can eat buffet.
I was treated to a visit from my sister, nephews and niece yesterday. As usual, there is a story behind it...
Savannah decided it was high time for her to get an education on make-up (not the kind of homework you have to do when you miss too much school). Me, being the ultimate girly mom of course replied, "Huh?" When she asked me where my make-up was so we could do some girl bonding...I started laughing. The last time I wore make-up was 3, almost 4 years ago for a family picture. Huh-loooo, have ya seen me. It's not that I am a granola type...it's called lazy...ka-peesh? Not that there is anything wrong with being a granola-y type (I personally happen to think that is a positive stereotype), I just don't wear make-up cuz I am the ultimate in lazy...and the hair? Wash and wear...oh yeah baby.
If I ever got a make-over I would probably freak out trying to figure out who was looking at me from the mirror...Okay, I think we have covered enough of MY dysfunctional personality for the day...back to Savannah and my complete inability to help her with make-up.
So thank goodness family. I made a quick call to my sister, who by the way, the last time we did a Mary Kay thing together...showed the Mary Kay lady a few snazzy tricks...she is that good. My sister has 3 kids...the oldest being 6...and a boy. So Heidis chance at having make-up girl bonding time, was pretty much slim to none. Fortunately the planets aligned and we were able to arrange for me to hang with her kids, while she took Savannah shopping and did some make-up-y things. Me and the kids....so WAY more my speed.
The 4 came yesterday, and then Heidi, Savannah and Sara were off. We had a FAB-O time. I love kids. I just feel so much more in my element. Yes, I do like to play with Legos...thank you very much. And I also like shooting people with the Buzz Lightyear Ray gun. Okay?
After hanging out for a while, I was up in the kitchen when Korbin (the awesome 6 year old), came up to me and said, "You know what? I'm hungry. And I don't know how to make a snack at your house." Cool...tell me how you really feel. We search for an appropriate snack in the snack drawer, but were unable to find anything appetizing...look if that can happen to a grown up looking at a fully stocked refrigerator...it can SO happen to a hungry 6 year old and a snack drawer. We finally decided on a Peanut Butter sandwich (don't worry, my PB came from food storage that had been there for a few months...no Salmonella worries here). I had very specific instructions, "Peanut Butter only on one slice of bread, no jelly, covered with another slice of bread." Got it...I may have a future in the restaurant business. Happiness reigned supreme as he headed back downstairs to hang with everybody else.
Two minutes later, Landon (the awesome 2 year old) ran up to me and said, "I heard Korbin eating and sandwich. I want a sandwich." I wish I had super-powers that allowed me to hear people eating a sandwich...why do you think I love this kid so much. Again, specific instructions, "Peanut butter, jelly, no, yes, no, yes, yes jelly". I think I got it right. He ate it.
Two minutes later, Hadlie (the awesome 4 year old) ran up to me and said, "Don't worry, I'll make my own sandwich." I LOVE SELF SERVICE. And I told her, that it would make me really happy to make her a sandwich if I could just finish the song I was playing on the piano. After about 30 seconds, I hear a sweet voice from the kitchen, "I'm still waiting." (with the perfect sing-songy tone...it is a genetic trait). And 5 seconds after that, she runs in to tell me that she got the bread out for me. "Just the bread, that's it. That's all I did." What a rockin' kid...no woman shall work alone in her kitchen.
I made her sandwich...and again, felt so satisfied that I was able to fill another hungry belly. She took her sandwich and went to play with everyone else. We enjoyed the rest of the visit...snacking all the way. Sadly, the end of our play-date ended way too soon. It was time for everyone to head home, have their dinners and do their nightly routines.
After I got my own children fed, I went to make my own sandwich. As I reached into the bread bag, my hand was covered in a slimy, gooey mess. Strawberry jelly. And yet, I could still hear the sound of, "Just the bread, that's it. That's all I did." echoing in my head.
Lessons Learned
1. Skin washes.
2. Who the heck cares...it's just jelly.
3. I love my nieces and nephews...it's nice that they come down to my level and play with me.
4. The family that eats together...gets chubby. We should start working on that whole plays together thing.
5. Food conquers all...whoever said love conquers all, had just finished at an all you can eat buffet.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Random Thought of the Day
I would like to thank ***Name Withheld to protect the innocent and the GUILTY*** for today's submission.
Since hindsight is 20/20, as women (men feel free to look away) which has changed the most on our journey to the future: our supersecret unmentionables (please-this is a clean blog girls) or GRAVITY?
Lessons Learned
1. There is a plethora of ways to mention unmentionables when mentioning gravity (say that 5 times fast...really, really fast)
2. Girls--you caught my drift...so 'fess up...what is your take?
3. I'm SO getting busted down or released for this one.
4. This is taking me forever to do...I'm giggling way to hard. **sigh**At least I think I'm funny...and they said that multiple personalities was a bad thing.
5. To answer my own question: Unmentionables have 'Risen to the Challenge' WINK, WINK, NUDGE, NUDGE
Since hindsight is 20/20, as women (men feel free to look away) which has changed the most on our journey to the future: our supersecret unmentionables (please-this is a clean blog girls) or GRAVITY?
Lessons Learned
1. There is a plethora of ways to mention unmentionables when mentioning gravity (say that 5 times fast...really, really fast)
2. Girls--you caught my drift...so 'fess up...what is your take?
3. I'm SO getting busted down or released for this one.
4. This is taking me forever to do...I'm giggling way to hard. **sigh**At least I think I'm funny...and they said that multiple personalities was a bad thing.
5. To answer my own question: Unmentionables have 'Risen to the Challenge' WINK, WINK, NUDGE, NUDGE
Monday, January 26, 2009
Random Thought of the Day
Kermit the Frog
Thoughts Provoked
1. What color does Kermit turn when he is sick to his stomach?
2. Is it possible for Kermit to be blue?
3. Do frogs blush?
4. Why would Miss Piggy go for Kermit when she is so much better suited for Kevin Bacon?
5. I think I needed a bit more than a random thought today...too bad.
Thoughts Provoked
1. What color does Kermit turn when he is sick to his stomach?
2. Is it possible for Kermit to be blue?
3. Do frogs blush?
4. Why would Miss Piggy go for Kermit when she is so much better suited for Kevin Bacon?
5. I think I needed a bit more than a random thought today...too bad.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Every Cloud Has a Soggy Lining
Every rose has it's thorn. Every day, a new dawn. Every alcoholic, a hangover.
I dare you to guess where this is going.
Since life has been the most intense roller coaster ever the last few weeks, we decided that today was a good day to do something fun as a family. It went exactly as planned. Felix had to work, Savannah had to babysit and I had to do the Mount Himalaya version of laundry. See...exactly as planned. We rolled with the punches, and were able to still find a good activity...even if it did start a bit later than we had anticipated.
I love to read. LOVE to read. I love books. I love the images and colors and scenes that are created in my mind by a talented author. I'll read just about anything (no smut please, I'm Mormon). I have enjoyed sci-fi, fiction, non-fiction, fantasy, horror...you name it, I've darn near tried it.
I was so excited when I saw that Inkheart was made into a movie. I have loved the book, and couldn't wait to see the movie. Noah was so excited he actually started reading the book. I don't know how far he got, but who cares...this one was ALL ABOUT ME.
We made it to the 4:30 showing. Wahoo matinee pricing. Caleb was finally old enough to sit still. I had the popcorn and my contra-ban caffeine free Diet Coke. I was ready. Oh yeah. Made sure the kids were settled in their assigned seating (yes we do assigned seating based on who likes each other on that particular day), enough treats, drinks and horrific threats to keep them still through the entire thing.
It began. I was riveted to the screen...I just had to know whether the visual adventure was going to be as good as the movie in my head. So far, so good. Of course not exact, but hey, it's Hollywood...do you really expect them to be true to the tale?
I was mesmerized until Caleb decided it was time for musical chairs. After hitting two people trying to move, changing his seat and idle threats...he and I headed out. After a solid 30 minute battle of the wills (which I won...duh), we went back in for take 2. I missed like the majority of the basis for the movie...who cares...I read the book!
And 5 minutes later, it was time for a round of up and down the stairs. One warning...one warning ignored and back down we went. Ummmmm, remind me why I like the back row so much (This is your question dad...I'm pretty sure you are the one that made us do that...just like how you have to sit in the corner of a restaurant so that you don't miss anything).
After another round of battle of the wills...seriously, I was still winning...we went back in. But this time, he had to put his head down and be held. Oh yeah...I am that kind of mom. And 5 minutes later and an interruption from a 7 year old who needed to use the 'facilities', and we were back down and out.
I was so over it. I'm done. Strike 3. Hasta la Vista...there will be no 'I'll be back' (Yeah Arnold Schwarzenegger). Since I had already missed like ummmm, the movie, we weren't going back in. Instead, Caleb decided it would be fun to stage the tantrum of the century in the hallway of the movie theater, where all of the people who went to the movies without children, gleefully stared at us while thinking "At least this time it isn't my kid". Oh I know what you were thinking...I could see it in your eyes!
After one sympathy stare from a mother who had just calmed down her child, I looked at Caleb and explained, AGAIN, we were done. At which point he chose to scream himself into such a tizzy that he made one loud, foreboding "BLEGHT" sound. I looked at him and warned him to calm down because if he threw up on me, I would be more furious than I was at that moment.
***SIDE NOTE***: DON'T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT OUT LOUD....BAD KARMA.
Caleb calmly looked at me and proceeded to vomit all over me, all over him, and all over me some more. I believe at that moment, there were actually no words. Nothing could have touched that picture perfect Kodak moment. While all of the teenage theater employees were backing away, a kind couple who have actually seen a child vomit before went and got me paper towels.
As gracefully as I possible could, I began to clean. 10 paper towels later, we were in the same situation. Finally, one teenage theater employee who had not yet been smacked down by the smell, ventured to near enough that she couldn't gracefully ignore my pleas for MORE FREAKIN' PAPER TOWELS PLEASE.
I spent the next five minutes trying to hide the chunks and soak up the spillage. After that, I no longer cared. I was sitting on a floor, in a theater, with a 3 year old and possibly one of the worst natural disasters the world had ever seen indoors, at a theater. Why even try to get up. All the chunks were just going to fall to the floor. We sit, we wait.
Finally, it's over. People come streaming out, looking at me, looking at Caleb, while I try to disguise the Toxic Spill. Savannah comes out, takes a look at me, misses the entire thing and tells me my purse is heavy. DUH I had to sneak in everyones treats. Noah, Baylee and Felix came out next. Felix knew. Just by looking at me. Not about the vomit, but that I was perturbed beyond measure. A quick explanation, and inward hysterical laugh at the faces filled with disgust as I stood up and we headed home.
We made it home as quickly as humanly possible. 1. I was mad. 2. I was covered in vomit. 3. Caleb was covered in vomit. 4. It smelled. And by the time we got home, Caleb was sound asleep in his comfy, cozy, stinky world.
I scooped him up and headed to the bathroom for decontamination. As we walked through the door, he looked at me and said, "Mom, I have tantrum all over me. So do you."
Lessons Learned
1. Never, ever, Never, ever, Never, ever wear a hoodie with a front pocket to a movie with a child who may scream until empty.
2. Nothing makes up for a vomit filled family day...except for an innocent comment about where it all came from.
3. I'm really mad I missed the movie.
4. I would go by myself, but I don't want to be the loser that goes to the movies all by herself.
5. Maybe one day I will be able to sit through a movie with my kids. Maybe.
I dare you to guess where this is going.
Since life has been the most intense roller coaster ever the last few weeks, we decided that today was a good day to do something fun as a family. It went exactly as planned. Felix had to work, Savannah had to babysit and I had to do the Mount Himalaya version of laundry. See...exactly as planned. We rolled with the punches, and were able to still find a good activity...even if it did start a bit later than we had anticipated.
I love to read. LOVE to read. I love books. I love the images and colors and scenes that are created in my mind by a talented author. I'll read just about anything (no smut please, I'm Mormon). I have enjoyed sci-fi, fiction, non-fiction, fantasy, horror...you name it, I've darn near tried it.
I was so excited when I saw that Inkheart was made into a movie. I have loved the book, and couldn't wait to see the movie. Noah was so excited he actually started reading the book. I don't know how far he got, but who cares...this one was ALL ABOUT ME.
We made it to the 4:30 showing. Wahoo matinee pricing. Caleb was finally old enough to sit still. I had the popcorn and my contra-ban caffeine free Diet Coke. I was ready. Oh yeah. Made sure the kids were settled in their assigned seating (yes we do assigned seating based on who likes each other on that particular day), enough treats, drinks and horrific threats to keep them still through the entire thing.
It began. I was riveted to the screen...I just had to know whether the visual adventure was going to be as good as the movie in my head. So far, so good. Of course not exact, but hey, it's Hollywood...do you really expect them to be true to the tale?
I was mesmerized until Caleb decided it was time for musical chairs. After hitting two people trying to move, changing his seat and idle threats...he and I headed out. After a solid 30 minute battle of the wills (which I won...duh), we went back in for take 2. I missed like the majority of the basis for the movie...who cares...I read the book!
And 5 minutes later, it was time for a round of up and down the stairs. One warning...one warning ignored and back down we went. Ummmmm, remind me why I like the back row so much (This is your question dad...I'm pretty sure you are the one that made us do that...just like how you have to sit in the corner of a restaurant so that you don't miss anything).
After another round of battle of the wills...seriously, I was still winning...we went back in. But this time, he had to put his head down and be held. Oh yeah...I am that kind of mom. And 5 minutes later and an interruption from a 7 year old who needed to use the 'facilities', and we were back down and out.
I was so over it. I'm done. Strike 3. Hasta la Vista...there will be no 'I'll be back' (Yeah Arnold Schwarzenegger). Since I had already missed like ummmm, the movie, we weren't going back in. Instead, Caleb decided it would be fun to stage the tantrum of the century in the hallway of the movie theater, where all of the people who went to the movies without children, gleefully stared at us while thinking "At least this time it isn't my kid". Oh I know what you were thinking...I could see it in your eyes!
After one sympathy stare from a mother who had just calmed down her child, I looked at Caleb and explained, AGAIN, we were done. At which point he chose to scream himself into such a tizzy that he made one loud, foreboding "BLEGHT" sound. I looked at him and warned him to calm down because if he threw up on me, I would be more furious than I was at that moment.
***SIDE NOTE***: DON'T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT OUT LOUD....BAD KARMA.
Caleb calmly looked at me and proceeded to vomit all over me, all over him, and all over me some more. I believe at that moment, there were actually no words. Nothing could have touched that picture perfect Kodak moment. While all of the teenage theater employees were backing away, a kind couple who have actually seen a child vomit before went and got me paper towels.
As gracefully as I possible could, I began to clean. 10 paper towels later, we were in the same situation. Finally, one teenage theater employee who had not yet been smacked down by the smell, ventured to near enough that she couldn't gracefully ignore my pleas for MORE FREAKIN' PAPER TOWELS PLEASE.
I spent the next five minutes trying to hide the chunks and soak up the spillage. After that, I no longer cared. I was sitting on a floor, in a theater, with a 3 year old and possibly one of the worst natural disasters the world had ever seen indoors, at a theater. Why even try to get up. All the chunks were just going to fall to the floor. We sit, we wait.
Finally, it's over. People come streaming out, looking at me, looking at Caleb, while I try to disguise the Toxic Spill. Savannah comes out, takes a look at me, misses the entire thing and tells me my purse is heavy. DUH I had to sneak in everyones treats. Noah, Baylee and Felix came out next. Felix knew. Just by looking at me. Not about the vomit, but that I was perturbed beyond measure. A quick explanation, and inward hysterical laugh at the faces filled with disgust as I stood up and we headed home.
We made it home as quickly as humanly possible. 1. I was mad. 2. I was covered in vomit. 3. Caleb was covered in vomit. 4. It smelled. And by the time we got home, Caleb was sound asleep in his comfy, cozy, stinky world.
I scooped him up and headed to the bathroom for decontamination. As we walked through the door, he looked at me and said, "Mom, I have tantrum all over me. So do you."
Lessons Learned
1. Never, ever, Never, ever, Never, ever wear a hoodie with a front pocket to a movie with a child who may scream until empty.
2. Nothing makes up for a vomit filled family day...except for an innocent comment about where it all came from.
3. I'm really mad I missed the movie.
4. I would go by myself, but I don't want to be the loser that goes to the movies all by herself.
5. Maybe one day I will be able to sit through a movie with my kids. Maybe.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Random Thought of the Day
I would like to thank Lore for her submission to Random Thoughts.
"If heat rises, how come it is raining in the valley and snowing in the mountain?"
Thoughts Provoked
1. Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh that's a good one. I think I may have some competition.
2. How come?
3. No really, how come?
4. Fine, don't answer...I didn't really want to know anyways.
5. Is this sort of like, "If a man speaks while alone in the forest, is he still wrong?"
"If heat rises, how come it is raining in the valley and snowing in the mountain?"
Thoughts Provoked
1. Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh that's a good one. I think I may have some competition.
2. How come?
3. No really, how come?
4. Fine, don't answer...I didn't really want to know anyways.
5. Is this sort of like, "If a man speaks while alone in the forest, is he still wrong?"
Overwhelmed...And Loving It
Anybody who has been following this blog knows that life around the Morgan household has been anything but normal lately. Sadly, the stress is starting to affect the kids in ways I never imagined. Not to mention what it is doing to the mommy (by the way, I love talking in third person...it makes me feel special). That is probably the reason why I have been sticking so closely to the Random Thoughts, rather than expounding on anything.
Two nights ago, I just laid in my bed and cried. I don't do that. And I really never tell anyone. So why the heck am I now? Well, because with all of the crazy, there is always something interesting going on. I felt better after my little tear-fest, and starting seeing things a little more clearly. So, why not share some of the highs and lows.
**I already know I'm crazy, don't feel the need to point it out. I also know that some of the content that will be forthcoming may be cause for release from church callings...do what you gotta do.**
So as I begin the Tale of Two Personalities, I need an analogy to represent the crazy. It is like moving from swing to swing as a trapeze artist, knowing there is no net. Wait, I wouldn't be caught dead in one of those outfits. How about Tarzan swinging from vine to vine. You know, I don't have any upper body strength, that could be a bigger disaster than I had planned for. Alright, how about going from shoe store to shoe store, finally finding the perfect shoe only to find out that they didn't have your size. Oooooooohhhhhh, I like that one. But I don't think it applies to my life right now, but I really could use some new shoes. I'll get on that later.
We last left off the SAGA of the WUTT a little over a week ago. Since then, we have confirmed that Autonomic Dysfunction with two doctors. Groovy... At least the doctors are talking to me, and I don't feel like I am totally in the dark. We are still on anti-biotics to cover the bases with the infection. We are now having a wonderful time weaning off of Lortab. 7 year old addicts...not so fun. Okay, she isn't really an addict, but she did rely on the Lortab for a little bit of comfort.
We got a fabulous description of what she was going through yesterday. Here goes: It is like having your pain threshold put down to zero and having to start over. It is as if she had never experienced pain before and her body needs time to re-learn the sensation.
This is what I have learned:
1. Her feet are going to swell off and on...weird, but okay.
2. Don't touch her when she isn't expecting it...ooooohhhhhh scary.
3. Autonomic is very volatile. It is going to come and go, like really, really fast.
4. Her brain likes to over-react to darn near everything. If you need proof, check out the bug bite on her arm.
Okay, now that all of the medical mumbo-jumbo is over, we can move on to some of our other crazy.
I have yet to find a way to make the kids understand that she isn't faking. It does kind of look like it sometimes because of the things Baylee can do when she is having a good moment. Unfortunately, those moments only last so long. It can take hours, minutes and even seconds to move from good to bad or vice-versa. Needless to say, there is some MAJOR animosity going on. Even more than the usual, which I thought was pretty impossible. Now I know.
Now is my time to gush. Savannah has done a wonderful job helping me out with the wonderful things that have needed to be done. She has even gotten mad at her siblings (sibs) for asking me to do things for them. I don't know how to react to her being so protective of me, but I had to make sure this was in writing with a time stamp so I can prove to her it really happened, you know, for the next time I did something wrong.
Noah has really, really struggled with this. He is such a sweet boy, with such a wonderful sense of humor, but as will all things there is opposition. He has a dark side. It is very Star Warsy. I think the basis of his issue is that he and Baylee are so close in age, and he has his own health troubles...but nothing like this. He is really trying to find out how this all works. It is hard to look at him and remember that he is only 8. Really, one of the positives that has come out of this is the fact that he is learning it's okay to hug your mom. I was even at the school the other day, he saw me and yelled out in front of all of his class mates, "Mom, Mom...I love you..." It was one of the sweetest moments we have ever shared.
Caleb, well, thank goodness Caleb is in a fairly mellow mood right now. That kid is a kick in the pants. I mean, really, how many three year olds do you know that will tell you that you are the stinky kid? Or point out, with no guile, that you have a bigger butt, excuse me, a bigger wutt than he does. He is all about accepting reality for what it really is. YAY CALEB...and yes, the bigger wutt comment did have something to do with the messy breakup with my refrigerator.
Now that we have managed a short, yeah right, recap. I'll fill you in on yesterday. Yesterday was just plain an interesting day. Especially since it started on Wednesday night.
I was doing something...yes something, I don't even remember what I did five minutes ago...so just roll with me okay. As I was saying, I was doing something when Baylee came to show me the bug bite on her arm. It was just teeny, so I figured a quick hug would solve all of the problems. And for a switch, it did. I went back to catching up with all of my blog reading when a blood curdling scream from the other room sent the mommy into action. I run into the bathroom to find Baylee alternately screaming and sobbing. As I start screaming "What's wrong? What's wrong?" She holds her foot up where a beautiful and sparkly B earring is lodged into her heel. I had to rip that sucker out...it was in gooooooooooood. Then for a brief moment I had to reflect on what a travesty of justice it had to be to have your own earring do that to you. I mean, you could seriously get torqued at someone else for leaving their earrings laying around...but to have your own earring...oh the betrayal.
So yesterday, our day started at 6:00 am with piano lessons. I actually like having lessons that early, other than being tired, you really do have more time for yourself. Baylee and I get home from lessons at about 7:40, just in time for the mad dash of getting everyone up, dressed, fed and out the door to school. One we drop everyone off, Baylee and I head to physical therapy. On the way to PT, Baylee point out her bug bite which has gone from being a pin head (no you pinhead...a pin head...see the diff?), to a four inch by 6 inch swollen red patch on her arm. We call the doctor, get an appointment, and then realize that there is no way I can drive preschool carpool.
I really appreciated the staff at therapy that day. They set it up so she could have more time in the heated pool to just play. Being in the warm pool does so much for Baylee's attitude. It is the one time during the week, she can really move with less pain. It rocks. And while she was in the pool, I was able to make phone calls to arrange for someone else to drive carpool for me. And the angel that did, even offered to keep Caleb until we were done.
After therapy, we got to hang out with grandma and grandpa for a bit so I could print out the application for the Handicap placard for our cars. I still can't believe that we are at the point that has become necessary. It is a very surreal and emotional place for me.
As we are driving to the doctors office, I realize how swollen her toes happen to be on that day. Yikes...I really hope this doesn't have anything to do with the bug bite....that could be bad. Fortunately, the toes are not related to the bug bite. But they are related to the Autonomic Dysfunction. Again the brain has gone to a completely random place, just because it felt like it. Okey dokey smokey.
On our way home from the doctor, we stop at the pharmacy for more prescriptions...oy vey. Seriously, how many more drugs are out there that we haven't tried...you know what, never mind...I don't want to know. We pick up Bub, head home and have lunch. Then we head to school for carpool.
It's Thursday, so that means Achievement Days. I love the 11 year old girls. They are a kick. I love the optimism that have for life. Sadly, I think I gave them too big of a dose of reality while they were at my house. Poor Noah decided it was time for a nervous breakdown.
After starting the activity and telling Noah it was time to get his homework done, he flipped out and starting yelling about how he was going to kill himself. GREAT. My response (please remember my stress level before you judge to harshly) was to make sure that he was standing on plastic sheeting so that I didn't have to clean up the mess. And because Opposition (the new game of life) is now frequently played at our house, he yelled back that just for that, he wasn't going to use plastic sheeting. And of course, being the sportsman that I am, wanted to win the game. So I yell back, "Look, you are cleaning it up either way. You either use plastic sheeting or I will use your dead, lifeless body as a mop to clean up the mess. Your choice mister." My final word on the matter...the homework got done.
After activity days, I realized I forgot to pick up the dry cleaning. It was at about this time Savannah realized she had a UTI. Of course she did. Then, I had to dart out the door and leave her making dinner. BUGGER. This was not going well. Thank goodness for a wonderful friend who took Noah to pack meeting, it was really one less thing on my plate. I got the dry cleaning, got home, made dinner, ate dinner and left with Savannah to the doctor. Well, as usual, she was spot on and did have an infection. Got the Rx and headed to the pharmacy...again. Once we got the meds, we headed home, only to be greeted by Caleb with a fever. Seriously? Seriously.
So the final tabulation for Thursday:
Piano Lessons: 2
Physical Therapy: 1
Doctors: 2
Pharmacies: 2
Carpool: 2
Awesome....:) I can do a lot more in a day than I thought I could.
So last night, as I was settling in bed...wait for the companionship of insomnia, I started realizing what a day it had been. Maybe this is because I am reflecting on it from Friday, but I realize it wasn't all that bad. I live in a wonderful community that offers incredible access to very good medical professionals. I also live in an area that has convenient access to necessary medications. I also have wonderful friends and neighbors that are willing and able to throw in a hand when things get to crazy. I have been blessed with a spectacular family that regardless of what goes on, we are able to find a laugh, chuckle, hug or good cry together and keep going. Thank goodness for the trials. As overwhelming as they are, without them, I would never be able to realize all of the wonderful things that go on around me. I'm still standing...we all are...that means something. Really.
Lessons Learned
1. I don't get very good gas mileage on hectic days.
2. I think being busy makes it harder for me to eat junk food...my scale is grateful.
3. Whenever I have a down day, it is just a day. I think I am bouncing back better.
4. Perspective is a wonderful gift.
5. My family...well, I just love them. More, now than ever. I am especially thankful that we are able to adapt and grow...together.
Two nights ago, I just laid in my bed and cried. I don't do that. And I really never tell anyone. So why the heck am I now? Well, because with all of the crazy, there is always something interesting going on. I felt better after my little tear-fest, and starting seeing things a little more clearly. So, why not share some of the highs and lows.
WARNING
**I already know I'm crazy, don't feel the need to point it out. I also know that some of the content that will be forthcoming may be cause for release from church callings...do what you gotta do.**
So as I begin the Tale of Two Personalities, I need an analogy to represent the crazy. It is like moving from swing to swing as a trapeze artist, knowing there is no net. Wait, I wouldn't be caught dead in one of those outfits. How about Tarzan swinging from vine to vine. You know, I don't have any upper body strength, that could be a bigger disaster than I had planned for. Alright, how about going from shoe store to shoe store, finally finding the perfect shoe only to find out that they didn't have your size. Oooooooohhhhhh, I like that one. But I don't think it applies to my life right now, but I really could use some new shoes. I'll get on that later.
We last left off the SAGA of the WUTT a little over a week ago. Since then, we have confirmed that Autonomic Dysfunction with two doctors. Groovy... At least the doctors are talking to me, and I don't feel like I am totally in the dark. We are still on anti-biotics to cover the bases with the infection. We are now having a wonderful time weaning off of Lortab. 7 year old addicts...not so fun. Okay, she isn't really an addict, but she did rely on the Lortab for a little bit of comfort.
We got a fabulous description of what she was going through yesterday. Here goes: It is like having your pain threshold put down to zero and having to start over. It is as if she had never experienced pain before and her body needs time to re-learn the sensation.
This is what I have learned:
1. Her feet are going to swell off and on...weird, but okay.
2. Don't touch her when she isn't expecting it...ooooohhhhhh scary.
3. Autonomic is very volatile. It is going to come and go, like really, really fast.
4. Her brain likes to over-react to darn near everything. If you need proof, check out the bug bite on her arm.
Okay, now that all of the medical mumbo-jumbo is over, we can move on to some of our other crazy.
I have yet to find a way to make the kids understand that she isn't faking. It does kind of look like it sometimes because of the things Baylee can do when she is having a good moment. Unfortunately, those moments only last so long. It can take hours, minutes and even seconds to move from good to bad or vice-versa. Needless to say, there is some MAJOR animosity going on. Even more than the usual, which I thought was pretty impossible. Now I know.
Now is my time to gush. Savannah has done a wonderful job helping me out with the wonderful things that have needed to be done. She has even gotten mad at her siblings (sibs) for asking me to do things for them. I don't know how to react to her being so protective of me, but I had to make sure this was in writing with a time stamp so I can prove to her it really happened, you know, for the next time I did something wrong.
Noah has really, really struggled with this. He is such a sweet boy, with such a wonderful sense of humor, but as will all things there is opposition. He has a dark side. It is very Star Warsy. I think the basis of his issue is that he and Baylee are so close in age, and he has his own health troubles...but nothing like this. He is really trying to find out how this all works. It is hard to look at him and remember that he is only 8. Really, one of the positives that has come out of this is the fact that he is learning it's okay to hug your mom. I was even at the school the other day, he saw me and yelled out in front of all of his class mates, "Mom, Mom...I love you..." It was one of the sweetest moments we have ever shared.
Caleb, well, thank goodness Caleb is in a fairly mellow mood right now. That kid is a kick in the pants. I mean, really, how many three year olds do you know that will tell you that you are the stinky kid? Or point out, with no guile, that you have a bigger butt, excuse me, a bigger wutt than he does. He is all about accepting reality for what it really is. YAY CALEB...and yes, the bigger wutt comment did have something to do with the messy breakup with my refrigerator.
Now that we have managed a short, yeah right, recap. I'll fill you in on yesterday. Yesterday was just plain an interesting day. Especially since it started on Wednesday night.
I was doing something...yes something, I don't even remember what I did five minutes ago...so just roll with me okay. As I was saying, I was doing something when Baylee came to show me the bug bite on her arm. It was just teeny, so I figured a quick hug would solve all of the problems. And for a switch, it did. I went back to catching up with all of my blog reading when a blood curdling scream from the other room sent the mommy into action. I run into the bathroom to find Baylee alternately screaming and sobbing. As I start screaming "What's wrong? What's wrong?" She holds her foot up where a beautiful and sparkly B earring is lodged into her heel. I had to rip that sucker out...it was in gooooooooooood. Then for a brief moment I had to reflect on what a travesty of justice it had to be to have your own earring do that to you. I mean, you could seriously get torqued at someone else for leaving their earrings laying around...but to have your own earring...oh the betrayal.
So yesterday, our day started at 6:00 am with piano lessons. I actually like having lessons that early, other than being tired, you really do have more time for yourself. Baylee and I get home from lessons at about 7:40, just in time for the mad dash of getting everyone up, dressed, fed and out the door to school. One we drop everyone off, Baylee and I head to physical therapy. On the way to PT, Baylee point out her bug bite which has gone from being a pin head (no you pinhead...a pin head...see the diff?), to a four inch by 6 inch swollen red patch on her arm. We call the doctor, get an appointment, and then realize that there is no way I can drive preschool carpool.
I really appreciated the staff at therapy that day. They set it up so she could have more time in the heated pool to just play. Being in the warm pool does so much for Baylee's attitude. It is the one time during the week, she can really move with less pain. It rocks. And while she was in the pool, I was able to make phone calls to arrange for someone else to drive carpool for me. And the angel that did, even offered to keep Caleb until we were done.
After therapy, we got to hang out with grandma and grandpa for a bit so I could print out the application for the Handicap placard for our cars. I still can't believe that we are at the point that has become necessary. It is a very surreal and emotional place for me.
As we are driving to the doctors office, I realize how swollen her toes happen to be on that day. Yikes...I really hope this doesn't have anything to do with the bug bite....that could be bad. Fortunately, the toes are not related to the bug bite. But they are related to the Autonomic Dysfunction. Again the brain has gone to a completely random place, just because it felt like it. Okey dokey smokey.
On our way home from the doctor, we stop at the pharmacy for more prescriptions...oy vey. Seriously, how many more drugs are out there that we haven't tried...you know what, never mind...I don't want to know. We pick up Bub, head home and have lunch. Then we head to school for carpool.
It's Thursday, so that means Achievement Days. I love the 11 year old girls. They are a kick. I love the optimism that have for life. Sadly, I think I gave them too big of a dose of reality while they were at my house. Poor Noah decided it was time for a nervous breakdown.
After starting the activity and telling Noah it was time to get his homework done, he flipped out and starting yelling about how he was going to kill himself. GREAT. My response (please remember my stress level before you judge to harshly) was to make sure that he was standing on plastic sheeting so that I didn't have to clean up the mess. And because Opposition (the new game of life) is now frequently played at our house, he yelled back that just for that, he wasn't going to use plastic sheeting. And of course, being the sportsman that I am, wanted to win the game. So I yell back, "Look, you are cleaning it up either way. You either use plastic sheeting or I will use your dead, lifeless body as a mop to clean up the mess. Your choice mister." My final word on the matter...the homework got done.
After activity days, I realized I forgot to pick up the dry cleaning. It was at about this time Savannah realized she had a UTI. Of course she did. Then, I had to dart out the door and leave her making dinner. BUGGER. This was not going well. Thank goodness for a wonderful friend who took Noah to pack meeting, it was really one less thing on my plate. I got the dry cleaning, got home, made dinner, ate dinner and left with Savannah to the doctor. Well, as usual, she was spot on and did have an infection. Got the Rx and headed to the pharmacy...again. Once we got the meds, we headed home, only to be greeted by Caleb with a fever. Seriously? Seriously.
So the final tabulation for Thursday:
Piano Lessons: 2
Physical Therapy: 1
Doctors: 2
Pharmacies: 2
Carpool: 2
Awesome....:) I can do a lot more in a day than I thought I could.
So last night, as I was settling in bed...wait for the companionship of insomnia, I started realizing what a day it had been. Maybe this is because I am reflecting on it from Friday, but I realize it wasn't all that bad. I live in a wonderful community that offers incredible access to very good medical professionals. I also live in an area that has convenient access to necessary medications. I also have wonderful friends and neighbors that are willing and able to throw in a hand when things get to crazy. I have been blessed with a spectacular family that regardless of what goes on, we are able to find a laugh, chuckle, hug or good cry together and keep going. Thank goodness for the trials. As overwhelming as they are, without them, I would never be able to realize all of the wonderful things that go on around me. I'm still standing...we all are...that means something. Really.
Lessons Learned
1. I don't get very good gas mileage on hectic days.
2. I think being busy makes it harder for me to eat junk food...my scale is grateful.
3. Whenever I have a down day, it is just a day. I think I am bouncing back better.
4. Perspective is a wonderful gift.
5. My family...well, I just love them. More, now than ever. I am especially thankful that we are able to adapt and grow...together.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Random Thought of the Day
Finding a needle in a haystack.
Thoughts Provoked
1. Who would put a needle in a haystack? Whoever it is....has WWWAAAAAAAYYYYYY to much time on their hands.
2. If they were sewing and dropped a needle in the haystack, well, that begs the question of why would you be sewing on a haystack...isn't the couch a smidge more comfortable?
3. Maybe it's the X-games version of hide-n-seek.
4. If you mother lost the needle and made you look for it....I see counseling in their future.
5. Maybe I have too much time on my hands...look what I do for fun.
Thoughts Provoked
1. Who would put a needle in a haystack? Whoever it is....has WWWAAAAAAAYYYYYY to much time on their hands.
2. If they were sewing and dropped a needle in the haystack, well, that begs the question of why would you be sewing on a haystack...isn't the couch a smidge more comfortable?
3. Maybe it's the X-games version of hide-n-seek.
4. If you mother lost the needle and made you look for it....I see counseling in their future.
5. Maybe I have too much time on my hands...look what I do for fun.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Random Thought of the Day
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Thoughts Provoked
1. Of what...alone time when everyone comes back?
2. Does it work that way with food? I really miss cheesecake.
3. What if you have never had a personality...can you miss something you never had? Or do you miss it more, because it has always been absent? Ooooohhh, a conundrum....I LOVE conundrums.
4. Still can't figure out fond of what.
5. Ummmmm, if I am Provoking Thoughts...what am I expecting? Scary.
Thoughts Provoked
1. Of what...alone time when everyone comes back?
2. Does it work that way with food? I really miss cheesecake.
3. What if you have never had a personality...can you miss something you never had? Or do you miss it more, because it has always been absent? Ooooohhh, a conundrum....I LOVE conundrums.
4. Still can't figure out fond of what.
5. Ummmmm, if I am Provoking Thoughts...what am I expecting? Scary.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Random Thought of the Day
Should I take it personally when I inform the 3 year old I am going to take a shower and his response is, "Thank Goodness"?
Thoughts Provoked
1. I smell.
2. I smell really bad.
3. My cold has completed a hostile takeover of my sinuses.
4. He had to be the stinky kid first otherwise he wouldn't understand gratitude for bathing.
5. I'm the stinky kid...(sigh).
Thoughts Provoked
1. I smell.
2. I smell really bad.
3. My cold has completed a hostile takeover of my sinuses.
4. He had to be the stinky kid first otherwise he wouldn't understand gratitude for bathing.
5. I'm the stinky kid...(sigh).
Monday, January 19, 2009
Random Thought of the Day
How come it is so much easier to gain weight than to lose weight?
Thoughts Provoked
1. Don't start...I had to break up with my refridgerator today.
2. My pantry is in hiding because it can't handle rejection.
3. My stomach has decided it likes all of its extra fat cell friends and has lodged a complaint.
4. My chin(s) are getting ready to picket.
5. My glutius maximus has taken its name very seriously...VERY seriously.
Thoughts Provoked
1. Don't start...I had to break up with my refridgerator today.
2. My pantry is in hiding because it can't handle rejection.
3. My stomach has decided it likes all of its extra fat cell friends and has lodged a complaint.
4. My chin(s) are getting ready to picket.
5. My glutius maximus has taken its name very seriously...VERY seriously.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Random Thought of the Day
This is what happens when children overhear parts of conversation....
"Mom, what is Nintendometriosis?"
Thoughts Provoked
1. Yay Grandpa who replied, "It is how your brain gets stuck together when you play too many video games."
2. Really, where do you go with that...that would be to a quick change of subject.
3. Ahem.
4. Well, at least I don't have to have his hearing checked.
5. A good laugh can arrive in many, many forms.
"Mom, what is Nintendometriosis?"
Thoughts Provoked
1. Yay Grandpa who replied, "It is how your brain gets stuck together when you play too many video games."
2. Really, where do you go with that...that would be to a quick change of subject.
3. Ahem.
4. Well, at least I don't have to have his hearing checked.
5. A good laugh can arrive in many, many forms.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Random Thought of the Day
Why don't people who snore wake themselves up?
Thoughts Provoked
1. I have a head cold right now...Felix should be in for a loud, obnoxious night.
2. Really, people who snore have ears too.
3. Do you think that there is some autonomic function that closes the ears of for snorers?
4. That would be cool, I think I will patent that.
5. Ahhhhhhhhh sleep, per chance to dream...I love Shakespeare.
Thoughts Provoked
1. I have a head cold right now...Felix should be in for a loud, obnoxious night.
2. Really, people who snore have ears too.
3. Do you think that there is some autonomic function that closes the ears of for snorers?
4. That would be cool, I think I will patent that.
5. Ahhhhhhhhh sleep, per chance to dream...I love Shakespeare.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Character Strengths
I read Lore's blog and decided to give it a go. Try http://www.viasurvey.org/ if you want. And by the way this is nothing like me. And yet....even in a survey, I can learn a few lessons.
Your Top Character Strength
Humor and playfulnessYou like to laugh and tease. Bringing smiles to other people is important to you. You try to see the light side of all situations.
Your Second Character Strength
Spirituality, sense of purpose, and faithYou have strong and coherent beliefs about the higher purpose and meaning of the universe. You know where you fit in the larger scheme. Your beliefs shape your actions and are a source of comfort to you.
Your Third Character Strength
Curiosity and interest in the worldYou are curious about everything. You are always asking questions, and you find all subjects and topics fascinating. You like exploration and discovery.
Your Fourth Character Strength
Industry, diligence, and perseveranceYou work hard to finish what you start. No matter the project, you "get it out the door" in timely fashion. You do not get distracted when you work, and you take satisfaction in completing tasks.
Your Fifth Character Strength
Zest, enthusiasm, and energyRegardless of what you do, you approach it with excitement and energy. You never do anything halfway or halfheartedly. For you, life is an adventure.
Character Strength #6
GratitudeYou are aware of the good things that happen to you, and you never take them for granted. Your friends and family members know that you are a grateful person because you always take the time to express your thanks.
Character Strength #7
Honesty, authenticity, and genuinenessYou are an honest person, not only by speaking the truth but by living your life in a genuine and authentic way. You are down to earth and without pretense; you are a "real" person.
Character Strength #8
Kindness and generosityYou are kind and generous to others, and you are never too busy to do a favor. You enjoy doing good deeds for others, even if you do not know them well.
Character Strength #9
Fairness, equity, and justiceTreating all people fairly is one of your abiding principles. You do not let your personal feelings bias your decisions about other people. You give everyone a chance.
Character Strength #10
Hope, optimism, and future-mindednessYou expect the best in the future, and you work to achieve it. You believe that the future is something that you can control.
Character Strength #11
Judgment, critical thinking, and open-mindednessThinking things through and examining them from all sides are important aspects of who you are. You do not jump to conclusions, and you rely only on solid evidence to make your decisions. You are able to change your mind.
Character Strength #12
Capacity to love and be lovedYou value close relations with others, in particular those in which sharing and caring are reciprocated. The people to whom you feel most close are the same people who feel most close to you.
Character Strength #13
Love of learningYou love learning new things, whether in a class or on your own. You have always loved school, reading, and museums-anywhere and everywhere there is an opportunity to learn.
Character Strength #14
Perspective (wisdom)Although you may not think of yourself as wise, your friends hold this view of you. They value your perspective on matters and turn to you for advice. You have a way of looking at the world that makes sense to others and to yourself.
Character Strength #15
Bravery and valorYou are a courageous person who does not shrink from threat, challenge, difficulty, or pain. You speak up for what is right even if there is opposition. You act on your convictions.
Character Strength #16
Citizenship, teamwork, and loyaltyYou excel as a member of a group. You are a loyal and dedicated teammate, you always do your share, and you work hard for the success of your group.
Character Strength #17
LeadershipYou excel at the tasks of leadership: encouraging a group to get things done and preserving harmony within the group by making everyone feel included. You do a good job organizing activities and seeing that they happen.
Character Strength #18
Appreciation of beauty and excellenceYou notice and appreciate beauty, excellence, and/or skilled performance in all domains of life, from nature to art to mathematics to science to everyday experience.
Character Strength #19
Modesty and humilityYou do not seek the spotlight, preferring to let your accomplishments speak for themselves. You do not regard yourself as special, and others recognize and value your modesty.
Character Strength #20
Creativity, ingenuity, and originalityThinking of new ways to do things is a crucial part of who you are. You are never content with doing something the conventional way if a better way is possible.
Character Strength #21
Social intelligenceYou are aware of the motives and feelings of other people. You know what to do to fit in to different social situations, and you know what to do to put others at ease.
Character Strength #22
Caution, prudence, and discretionYou are a careful person, and your choices are consistently prudent ones. You do not say or do things that you might later regret.
Character Strength #23
Forgiveness and mercyYou forgive those who have done you wrong. You always give people a second chance. Your guiding principle is mercy and not revenge.
Character Strength #24
Self-control and self-regulationYou self-consciously regulate what you feel and what you do. You are a disciplined person. You are in control of your appetites and your emotions, not vice versa.
Lessons Learned
1. We never view ourselves like others view us....DUH.
2. I LOVE #24, where it says I control my appetites...ummmm, have you seen me lately?
3. And #23...I'm totally singing the somebody done somebody wrong song...on repeat...catch my drift?
4.Okay, #14...wisdom...really? YEAH...if you need someone who excels in CRAZY TOWN.
5. But #1...that one is right on...I'm a dork...and all it took was a survey to convince me of it. :)
Your Top Character Strength
Humor and playfulnessYou like to laugh and tease. Bringing smiles to other people is important to you. You try to see the light side of all situations.
Your Second Character Strength
Spirituality, sense of purpose, and faithYou have strong and coherent beliefs about the higher purpose and meaning of the universe. You know where you fit in the larger scheme. Your beliefs shape your actions and are a source of comfort to you.
Your Third Character Strength
Curiosity and interest in the worldYou are curious about everything. You are always asking questions, and you find all subjects and topics fascinating. You like exploration and discovery.
Your Fourth Character Strength
Industry, diligence, and perseveranceYou work hard to finish what you start. No matter the project, you "get it out the door" in timely fashion. You do not get distracted when you work, and you take satisfaction in completing tasks.
Your Fifth Character Strength
Zest, enthusiasm, and energyRegardless of what you do, you approach it with excitement and energy. You never do anything halfway or halfheartedly. For you, life is an adventure.
Character Strength #6
GratitudeYou are aware of the good things that happen to you, and you never take them for granted. Your friends and family members know that you are a grateful person because you always take the time to express your thanks.
Character Strength #7
Honesty, authenticity, and genuinenessYou are an honest person, not only by speaking the truth but by living your life in a genuine and authentic way. You are down to earth and without pretense; you are a "real" person.
Character Strength #8
Kindness and generosityYou are kind and generous to others, and you are never too busy to do a favor. You enjoy doing good deeds for others, even if you do not know them well.
Character Strength #9
Fairness, equity, and justiceTreating all people fairly is one of your abiding principles. You do not let your personal feelings bias your decisions about other people. You give everyone a chance.
Character Strength #10
Hope, optimism, and future-mindednessYou expect the best in the future, and you work to achieve it. You believe that the future is something that you can control.
Character Strength #11
Judgment, critical thinking, and open-mindednessThinking things through and examining them from all sides are important aspects of who you are. You do not jump to conclusions, and you rely only on solid evidence to make your decisions. You are able to change your mind.
Character Strength #12
Capacity to love and be lovedYou value close relations with others, in particular those in which sharing and caring are reciprocated. The people to whom you feel most close are the same people who feel most close to you.
Character Strength #13
Love of learningYou love learning new things, whether in a class or on your own. You have always loved school, reading, and museums-anywhere and everywhere there is an opportunity to learn.
Character Strength #14
Perspective (wisdom)Although you may not think of yourself as wise, your friends hold this view of you. They value your perspective on matters and turn to you for advice. You have a way of looking at the world that makes sense to others and to yourself.
Character Strength #15
Bravery and valorYou are a courageous person who does not shrink from threat, challenge, difficulty, or pain. You speak up for what is right even if there is opposition. You act on your convictions.
Character Strength #16
Citizenship, teamwork, and loyaltyYou excel as a member of a group. You are a loyal and dedicated teammate, you always do your share, and you work hard for the success of your group.
Character Strength #17
LeadershipYou excel at the tasks of leadership: encouraging a group to get things done and preserving harmony within the group by making everyone feel included. You do a good job organizing activities and seeing that they happen.
Character Strength #18
Appreciation of beauty and excellenceYou notice and appreciate beauty, excellence, and/or skilled performance in all domains of life, from nature to art to mathematics to science to everyday experience.
Character Strength #19
Modesty and humilityYou do not seek the spotlight, preferring to let your accomplishments speak for themselves. You do not regard yourself as special, and others recognize and value your modesty.
Character Strength #20
Creativity, ingenuity, and originalityThinking of new ways to do things is a crucial part of who you are. You are never content with doing something the conventional way if a better way is possible.
Character Strength #21
Social intelligenceYou are aware of the motives and feelings of other people. You know what to do to fit in to different social situations, and you know what to do to put others at ease.
Character Strength #22
Caution, prudence, and discretionYou are a careful person, and your choices are consistently prudent ones. You do not say or do things that you might later regret.
Character Strength #23
Forgiveness and mercyYou forgive those who have done you wrong. You always give people a second chance. Your guiding principle is mercy and not revenge.
Character Strength #24
Self-control and self-regulationYou self-consciously regulate what you feel and what you do. You are a disciplined person. You are in control of your appetites and your emotions, not vice versa.
Lessons Learned
1. We never view ourselves like others view us....DUH.
2. I LOVE #24, where it says I control my appetites...ummmm, have you seen me lately?
3. And #23...I'm totally singing the somebody done somebody wrong song...on repeat...catch my drift?
4.Okay, #14...wisdom...really? YEAH...if you need someone who excels in CRAZY TOWN.
5. But #1...that one is right on...I'm a dork...and all it took was a survey to convince me of it. :)
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Random Thought of the Day
I almost had an awesome reason for the OY in Joy. In Portugal they say Oi (with some little flick of an accent marker on the i) for hello and I love you. As in Oi you sexy mama (and I'm not talking about me...but if you want to, okay). Unfortunately, Oi is not spelled Oy, which throws off my whole chi and makes my aura turn black...so, I still have not found a diffinitive answer for why there is an Oy in Joy...but I am getting closer.
Lessons Learned
1. I am a very lucky girl to have friends that help me laugh and keep my perspective.
2. Maybe I am simply on a linguistics quest to discover all of the different spellings, accent marks, and meaning of the word pronounced Oy.
3. I think I hit the swedish fish a little too hard tonight...I can feel a sugar hangover coming on.
4. Regardless of how big or how small a trial is, the blessings are always bigger.
5. I'm runnin' with my Oy...I think I'll make a shirt.
Lessons Learned
1. I am a very lucky girl to have friends that help me laugh and keep my perspective.
2. Maybe I am simply on a linguistics quest to discover all of the different spellings, accent marks, and meaning of the word pronounced Oy.
3. I think I hit the swedish fish a little too hard tonight...I can feel a sugar hangover coming on.
4. Regardless of how big or how small a trial is, the blessings are always bigger.
5. I'm runnin' with my Oy...I think I'll make a shirt.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Random Thought of the Day
Walking through snow in flip flops is not a good idea.
Thoughts Provoked
1. Some people are able to learn lessons through other peoples experience. Others (that would be me), need to learn through their own experiences.
2. Ummmmmmmmmmm, snow is cold.
3. I need to invent winter flip-flops...any suggestions?
4. Maybe if I put water proof spray on my feet it wouldn't feel that bad...except that it's only waterproof, not cold proof...DUH.
5. Maybe I need to design heat radiating flip flops so the snow would melt and heat under the flip flop while you are walking...I think I may have hit on something.
Thoughts Provoked
1. Some people are able to learn lessons through other peoples experience. Others (that would be me), need to learn through their own experiences.
2. Ummmmmmmmmmm, snow is cold.
3. I need to invent winter flip-flops...any suggestions?
4. Maybe if I put water proof spray on my feet it wouldn't feel that bad...except that it's only waterproof, not cold proof...DUH.
5. Maybe I need to design heat radiating flip flops so the snow would melt and heat under the flip flop while you are walking...I think I may have hit on something.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Wutts Up?
Perhaps I have taken the whole, "What rhymes with wutt" thing a bit too far. Oh well. I still think it's funny. But, (hahahahahaha, I said but) we are still trying to figure out what's up with the wutt.
Since my first attempt at poking fun at the glutius maximus, which I would refer to as the GM if I didn't think I would get sued by a financially strapped American company or have people confuse it with BM...that's right, don't make me go there...I will.
It has probably the longest two weeks of my life. Not only was it the post-apocolyptic holiday season (which as we all know, drains the wallet and the mind), but it was back to school season and apparently the displacement of the wutt season (AGAIN, I HATE IT WHEN I DON'T GET THE MEMO).
Anyhoo, after the all exciting diagnosis on the Monday following the very anti-climactic injury, we had a really rough couple of days. After having her 'wutt' popped into place, the nerves were released and the pain got really fun. After a couple of days, things really calmed down and Baylee started feeling more confident that it was okay to walk without severe pain. In fact she was doing well enough to take part in the all important New Years Eve party at Grandmas with all of the grandkids. Quick shout out to the grandma..YAY Grandma.
We had a very enjoyable few days, until....Aw come on, did you really think that I would post ANYTHING that didn't have an 'UNTIL'. You should know me better than that by now. Baylee sat down on Saturday, and couldn't get back up. We managed through the weekend until we could get to the doctors, again, on Monday. After a good visit, he still believed that what we are dealing with is an injury to the sacroiliac. If you say that really fast five times...nothing happens. So we got ready to start physical therapy on Tuesday.
Physical therapy was awesome and she really loves that therapy ends with a dip in the 90 degree pool. She felt so good she was able to go to school for a couple of hours. We took it slow on Wednesday and managed to get in a few more hours. Thursday it was all just a little bit much for her. Friday we did PT again. And again...the heated pool was the highlight. Although as we were walking out, we were hit like a boulder with the news that the physical therapist was out of network for our insurance. GGGRRRREEEEAAAATTTT.
So after spending oodles of time on Friday with the insurance company, we found a new physical therapist that would be able to offer the same types of therapy and be In-network. YAY. I needed something good to happen. And a quick little side note: I have never in my life talked to a kinder, compassionate customer service rep in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD. She didn't make me call around. I just had to sit on hold and listen to elevator music while she called therapists for me. Whoever you are...thank you. Thank you for being a good person, thank you for doing a great job and thank you for caring about my little girls health enough to be involved.
Okay...sappy moment over...moving on. Friday night, we went for Taco Night...a tradition started many moons ago. We had an enjoyable dinner listening to the children bicker and fight over their chips and salsa, while we sat at the same table with them and pretended we had no idea who these vagrants were that we picked up on a corner with no manners.
Savannah has desperately wanted to see Twilight for some time. I have had the books forever, and still haven't read them. I am a major dork and won't see movies that are based on books until I have read the book. For the most part, I don't believe that Hollywood can do the written word justice. So Felix took the rest of us home and had a splendid Daddy, daughter date with Savannah. She has very much deserved some extra attention for all of the help she has been to me lately. I am proud of the young woman she is becoming, and would like to offer a special thanks to all of those who have managed to undo all the things I have done wrong.
As Baylee, Caleb and I were lounging on the couch, Baylee turned to look at me and screamed. She started screaming about how she felt something move. I tried to find out what was wrong and couldn't. It was that exact moment though, that she could no longer walk. We gave her pain meds and put her in bed, hoping that Saturday would bring renewed strength and ability.
For whatever reason, Baylee still could not walk or stand for more than a few seconds at a time. She was in incredible pain and if it is possible, more pale than the whitest white. Now, it is not all doom and gloom. Of course, it seemed like it at the time, but in reality, it is when you are in the darkest hour, that you see all of the angels that surround you. Our kind Bishop came over and put to good use his chiropractic trade. He checked her out and made some loud 'POPS' and gave Baylee some much needed relief. It wasn't enough to allow her to walk, but the pinched look of pain was gone...for a while. At that moment, i realized how difficult it all was for me and tears started running down my face. And sweet Savannah came over and held my hand. It was nice to know that some of the angels I was blessed to be around, would be with me forever.
By five o'clock on Saturday, I could no longer take it. She had been in significant pain for long enough, and just sitting and crying. My heart was so full...of sorry, and sadness and pain for my little girl. I finally decided to take her into the afterhours clinic and see if we couldn't get her pain under control until we could see our regular doctor on Monday. Savannah came with me, to help open and close doors, you know, all the stuff that you actually need hands for.
After a long, excrutiating visit, we found out that not only was Baylee fighting the pain of her injury, but she had an infection that was also causing significant pain. Well of course she was. DUH...what was I thinking?
We headed to get the drugs and head home, because I was beat...to a pulp. And the pharmacy was a stinking nightmare. When you have a pharmacist and 4 techs, is it really supposed to take over an hour when there are 10 people in line. Maybe my clock is wrong...but I don't know.
We made it home, gorged on pizza, and went to bed. It was very Night Before Christmas-y. Everyone was all snuggled in their beds...except for me and Baylee...who I held in my arms until 1 in the morning until the pain was controlled enough for her to sleep. We managed to make it through the night, but the poor baby was in no better shape than the night before. But for whatever reason, things didn't seem so scary on Sunday. The peace we needed was there. Thank goodness.
After a long Sunday, we headed to bed, and I really hoped for sleep. And the sleep came. YAY. I don't know how it works for other people, but when I get sleep after non sleeping for a long time, I am even more tired. I hate that part.
We got a morning appointment with the doctor and I tried to get all necessary people to school. Sadly, Savannah was buckling under the pressure and woke up with a wicked head cold. So she and Caleb got to head to grandmas, while Baylee and I headed to our favorite recreational spot...the doctors.
We got to have a long conversation with the doctor and believe that we may be dealing with Autonomic Dysfunction. Yes, we do have to deal with the most random of illnesses. That's how we roll. Autonomic Dysfunction can happen to people with chronic illness, like Arthritis, Severs Disease, Inflammatory Bowel Disorder, Uveitis, Iritis, Migraines, and so on...all that Baylee has. Short, short version...her brain has been put in high gear and is over-interpreting the things that her body is feeling. Like Cold=Pain, Heat=Pain. Sensations are being misinterpreted. The pain is absolutely real, because the brain is sending out pain signals...but it is sending them out for everything...not just the pain part. Can you believe that was the short, short version? I know...me neither. But to be sure, we did another round of x-rays...that came out normal. So the next step is that we need to decide what the long term care plan is. And, she was still recovering from the injury. Yes, the injury really did happen...it also, just happened to be the catalyst to this round of fun.
I have been very fortunate to have been blessed with doctors for Baylee that communicate with me and with each other. No one is ever left out of the loop. As of right now. The doctors are deciding which medications will help her brain slow down so we can reteach it how to send and receive information.
And you know what, I am okay with that. My life has taught me that I am going to have to learn the patience thing over and over and over again until I get it right. But while I am learning that lesson, I think I have at least learned how to roll with whatever comes my way. Whatever ever the challenge, whatever the task, I can do it. As long as I have my family and my Heavenly Father, I'll make it. It doesn't mean I won't stumble, but at least there will be somebody there to help me back up and brush off my knees and encourage me to go on.
Lessons Learned
1. I really am impatient...thank goodness I have a lifetime to get it right.
2. My kids...all of them...are strong in ways I can only imagine.
3. I have been very blessed in this life...I am starting to realize that maybe the OY in Joy isn't as big as it feels sometimes.
4. Nothing, absolutely nothing...is impossible. There is always a way.
5. While my insides are really a lump of mushy, crying goo...there might be some Intestinal Fortitude (IF) hiding in there too.
Since my first attempt at poking fun at the glutius maximus, which I would refer to as the GM if I didn't think I would get sued by a financially strapped American company or have people confuse it with BM...that's right, don't make me go there...I will.
It has probably the longest two weeks of my life. Not only was it the post-apocolyptic holiday season (which as we all know, drains the wallet and the mind), but it was back to school season and apparently the displacement of the wutt season (AGAIN, I HATE IT WHEN I DON'T GET THE MEMO).
Anyhoo, after the all exciting diagnosis on the Monday following the very anti-climactic injury, we had a really rough couple of days. After having her 'wutt' popped into place, the nerves were released and the pain got really fun. After a couple of days, things really calmed down and Baylee started feeling more confident that it was okay to walk without severe pain. In fact she was doing well enough to take part in the all important New Years Eve party at Grandmas with all of the grandkids. Quick shout out to the grandma..YAY Grandma.
We had a very enjoyable few days, until....Aw come on, did you really think that I would post ANYTHING that didn't have an 'UNTIL'. You should know me better than that by now. Baylee sat down on Saturday, and couldn't get back up. We managed through the weekend until we could get to the doctors, again, on Monday. After a good visit, he still believed that what we are dealing with is an injury to the sacroiliac. If you say that really fast five times...nothing happens. So we got ready to start physical therapy on Tuesday.
Physical therapy was awesome and she really loves that therapy ends with a dip in the 90 degree pool. She felt so good she was able to go to school for a couple of hours. We took it slow on Wednesday and managed to get in a few more hours. Thursday it was all just a little bit much for her. Friday we did PT again. And again...the heated pool was the highlight. Although as we were walking out, we were hit like a boulder with the news that the physical therapist was out of network for our insurance. GGGRRRREEEEAAAATTTT.
So after spending oodles of time on Friday with the insurance company, we found a new physical therapist that would be able to offer the same types of therapy and be In-network. YAY. I needed something good to happen. And a quick little side note: I have never in my life talked to a kinder, compassionate customer service rep in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD. She didn't make me call around. I just had to sit on hold and listen to elevator music while she called therapists for me. Whoever you are...thank you. Thank you for being a good person, thank you for doing a great job and thank you for caring about my little girls health enough to be involved.
Okay...sappy moment over...moving on. Friday night, we went for Taco Night...a tradition started many moons ago. We had an enjoyable dinner listening to the children bicker and fight over their chips and salsa, while we sat at the same table with them and pretended we had no idea who these vagrants were that we picked up on a corner with no manners.
Savannah has desperately wanted to see Twilight for some time. I have had the books forever, and still haven't read them. I am a major dork and won't see movies that are based on books until I have read the book. For the most part, I don't believe that Hollywood can do the written word justice. So Felix took the rest of us home and had a splendid Daddy, daughter date with Savannah. She has very much deserved some extra attention for all of the help she has been to me lately. I am proud of the young woman she is becoming, and would like to offer a special thanks to all of those who have managed to undo all the things I have done wrong.
As Baylee, Caleb and I were lounging on the couch, Baylee turned to look at me and screamed. She started screaming about how she felt something move. I tried to find out what was wrong and couldn't. It was that exact moment though, that she could no longer walk. We gave her pain meds and put her in bed, hoping that Saturday would bring renewed strength and ability.
For whatever reason, Baylee still could not walk or stand for more than a few seconds at a time. She was in incredible pain and if it is possible, more pale than the whitest white. Now, it is not all doom and gloom. Of course, it seemed like it at the time, but in reality, it is when you are in the darkest hour, that you see all of the angels that surround you. Our kind Bishop came over and put to good use his chiropractic trade. He checked her out and made some loud 'POPS' and gave Baylee some much needed relief. It wasn't enough to allow her to walk, but the pinched look of pain was gone...for a while. At that moment, i realized how difficult it all was for me and tears started running down my face. And sweet Savannah came over and held my hand. It was nice to know that some of the angels I was blessed to be around, would be with me forever.
By five o'clock on Saturday, I could no longer take it. She had been in significant pain for long enough, and just sitting and crying. My heart was so full...of sorry, and sadness and pain for my little girl. I finally decided to take her into the afterhours clinic and see if we couldn't get her pain under control until we could see our regular doctor on Monday. Savannah came with me, to help open and close doors, you know, all the stuff that you actually need hands for.
After a long, excrutiating visit, we found out that not only was Baylee fighting the pain of her injury, but she had an infection that was also causing significant pain. Well of course she was. DUH...what was I thinking?
We headed to get the drugs and head home, because I was beat...to a pulp. And the pharmacy was a stinking nightmare. When you have a pharmacist and 4 techs, is it really supposed to take over an hour when there are 10 people in line. Maybe my clock is wrong...but I don't know.
We made it home, gorged on pizza, and went to bed. It was very Night Before Christmas-y. Everyone was all snuggled in their beds...except for me and Baylee...who I held in my arms until 1 in the morning until the pain was controlled enough for her to sleep. We managed to make it through the night, but the poor baby was in no better shape than the night before. But for whatever reason, things didn't seem so scary on Sunday. The peace we needed was there. Thank goodness.
After a long Sunday, we headed to bed, and I really hoped for sleep. And the sleep came. YAY. I don't know how it works for other people, but when I get sleep after non sleeping for a long time, I am even more tired. I hate that part.
We got a morning appointment with the doctor and I tried to get all necessary people to school. Sadly, Savannah was buckling under the pressure and woke up with a wicked head cold. So she and Caleb got to head to grandmas, while Baylee and I headed to our favorite recreational spot...the doctors.
We got to have a long conversation with the doctor and believe that we may be dealing with Autonomic Dysfunction. Yes, we do have to deal with the most random of illnesses. That's how we roll. Autonomic Dysfunction can happen to people with chronic illness, like Arthritis, Severs Disease, Inflammatory Bowel Disorder, Uveitis, Iritis, Migraines, and so on...all that Baylee has. Short, short version...her brain has been put in high gear and is over-interpreting the things that her body is feeling. Like Cold=Pain, Heat=Pain. Sensations are being misinterpreted. The pain is absolutely real, because the brain is sending out pain signals...but it is sending them out for everything...not just the pain part. Can you believe that was the short, short version? I know...me neither. But to be sure, we did another round of x-rays...that came out normal. So the next step is that we need to decide what the long term care plan is. And, she was still recovering from the injury. Yes, the injury really did happen...it also, just happened to be the catalyst to this round of fun.
I have been very fortunate to have been blessed with doctors for Baylee that communicate with me and with each other. No one is ever left out of the loop. As of right now. The doctors are deciding which medications will help her brain slow down so we can reteach it how to send and receive information.
And you know what, I am okay with that. My life has taught me that I am going to have to learn the patience thing over and over and over again until I get it right. But while I am learning that lesson, I think I have at least learned how to roll with whatever comes my way. Whatever ever the challenge, whatever the task, I can do it. As long as I have my family and my Heavenly Father, I'll make it. It doesn't mean I won't stumble, but at least there will be somebody there to help me back up and brush off my knees and encourage me to go on.
Lessons Learned
1. I really am impatient...thank goodness I have a lifetime to get it right.
2. My kids...all of them...are strong in ways I can only imagine.
3. I have been very blessed in this life...I am starting to realize that maybe the OY in Joy isn't as big as it feels sometimes.
4. Nothing, absolutely nothing...is impossible. There is always a way.
5. While my insides are really a lump of mushy, crying goo...there might be some Intestinal Fortitude (IF) hiding in there too.
Random Thought of the Day
"Yikes."
Thoughts Provoked
1. Yup, not even an exclamation point. Simple and to the point.
2. I think it might be sad that in the few short weeks of my competition with me, I have not been able to do anything more interesting than this.
3. At least I am eating fruits and vegetables again instead of chocolate covered gummy bears.
4. Do you think anyone ever tried chocolate covered lettuce...I could start a whole new trend.
5. Although I do think that I would draw the line at chocolated covered fish. I hate fish. A lot. Like a lot, a lot.
Thoughts Provoked
1. Yup, not even an exclamation point. Simple and to the point.
2. I think it might be sad that in the few short weeks of my competition with me, I have not been able to do anything more interesting than this.
3. At least I am eating fruits and vegetables again instead of chocolate covered gummy bears.
4. Do you think anyone ever tried chocolate covered lettuce...I could start a whole new trend.
5. Although I do think that I would draw the line at chocolated covered fish. I hate fish. A lot. Like a lot, a lot.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Random Thought of the Day
How did the saying, "Liar, Liar hanging from a telephone wire" come to be?
Thoughts Provoked
1. The mental picture alone, provokes all sorts of thoughts.
2. Was it by his pants...and like the, seriously, most major wedgie ever?
3. Was he hanging upside down? And what could he have possibly been lying about to make someone do that to him?
4. Why a telephone wire? Aren't there all sorts of other wires connected to public utilities that would have made for a much sturdier hanging place?
5. Could this be a metaphor for gossip? (and for those not paying attention, the things we say about others during phone calls.....hmmmmmmmmmmm)
HEY, I made it out of the shallow end...oh crud...I don't know how to swim.
Thoughts Provoked
1. The mental picture alone, provokes all sorts of thoughts.
2. Was it by his pants...and like the, seriously, most major wedgie ever?
3. Was he hanging upside down? And what could he have possibly been lying about to make someone do that to him?
4. Why a telephone wire? Aren't there all sorts of other wires connected to public utilities that would have made for a much sturdier hanging place?
5. Could this be a metaphor for gossip? (and for those not paying attention, the things we say about others during phone calls.....hmmmmmmmmmmm)
HEY, I made it out of the shallow end...oh crud...I don't know how to swim.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Random Thought of the Day
Is it possible to gauge how sick you are by how much sicker than you everyone in your house is?
Thoughts Provoked
1. Do I really need to explain?
2. If you have the answer....please call me.
3. Does the same rule apply for injuries?
4. I think someone forgot to put on her Wonder Woman cuffs today....
5. Do superheroes really need friends, or are their alter egos enough company?
Thoughts Provoked
1. Do I really need to explain?
2. If you have the answer....please call me.
3. Does the same rule apply for injuries?
4. I think someone forgot to put on her Wonder Woman cuffs today....
5. Do superheroes really need friends, or are their alter egos enough company?
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Random Thought of the Day
Whoever wrote 'Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow' must have lived in Hawaii.
Thoughts Provoked
1. That was an individual who never had to shovel snow. EVER.
2. He was teasing.
3. Or he was just plain mean, and was wishing hateful thoughts to someone who hurt him deeply and this was just a method of getting even.
4. He had a walk or driveway to shovel, but worked for THE MAN and could afford to pay someone else to do it for him.
5. And back to...He SO lived in Hawaii.
Thoughts Provoked
1. That was an individual who never had to shovel snow. EVER.
2. He was teasing.
3. Or he was just plain mean, and was wishing hateful thoughts to someone who hurt him deeply and this was just a method of getting even.
4. He had a walk or driveway to shovel, but worked for THE MAN and could afford to pay someone else to do it for him.
5. And back to...He SO lived in Hawaii.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Random Thought of the Day
Why is there Oy in Joy?
Thoughts Provoked
1. Is it because you need the bad to truly by grateful for the good?
2. Me thinks I have had a rough sort of day.
3. Maybe its because Oy is only one small step away from Joy?
4. Could it be that we have joy all the time, but when we struggle the letters O and Y seem to be a lot bigger...like this:
jOY ?
5. Maybe my perspective is changing, and I will soon see the Joy all of the time...I just have to learn to enjoy the OY.
Thoughts Provoked
1. Is it because you need the bad to truly by grateful for the good?
2. Me thinks I have had a rough sort of day.
3. Maybe its because Oy is only one small step away from Joy?
4. Could it be that we have joy all the time, but when we struggle the letters O and Y seem to be a lot bigger...like this:
jOY ?
5. Maybe my perspective is changing, and I will soon see the Joy all of the time...I just have to learn to enjoy the OY.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Random Thought of the Day
When someone says to you, 'You're killing me.' On some subconcious level, don't you think if they really wanted you dead, you already would be?
Thoughts Provoked
1. Maybe I should stop saying that to my kids....or not.
2. Does it really matter how they would do it?
3. Would you care how they do it, since the end result is the same?
4. Why are there questions like that?
5. Should you ever question a question and does that create bad karma?
Thoughts Provoked
1. Maybe I should stop saying that to my kids....or not.
2. Does it really matter how they would do it?
3. Would you care how they do it, since the end result is the same?
4. Why are there questions like that?
5. Should you ever question a question and does that create bad karma?
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Random Thought of the Day
"I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house a fart." (The story of the Three Little Pigs, as told by a three-year-old.)
Thoughts Provoked
1. You didn't think I could let that one go unnoticed....
2. I know several people who could make that threat a reality.
3. Along with regular survival gear, do you think the 3 Little Pigs had gas masks?
4. How long did the Big, Bad Wolf have to train for that ability?
5. Did the Big, Bad Wolf have his own gear when performing this treachery or did he just take his chances with the whole idea of 'he who smelt it, dealt it'?
Thoughts Provoked
1. You didn't think I could let that one go unnoticed....
2. I know several people who could make that threat a reality.
3. Along with regular survival gear, do you think the 3 Little Pigs had gas masks?
4. How long did the Big, Bad Wolf have to train for that ability?
5. Did the Big, Bad Wolf have his own gear when performing this treachery or did he just take his chances with the whole idea of 'he who smelt it, dealt it'?
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