A few weeks ago my step-dad had a liver transplant. I wasn't there for the surgery. I wasn't even there for almost a week after the surgery. I was there in mind and spirit, but I wasn't there. It bothered me that I wasn't there, but I knew there wasn't anything that I could do and with school starting for T and work, I really couldn't manage going over sooner, although my mom said she didn't want or need me there.
Things seemed to be progressing well, from afar. Reports from my mom were positive and later I learned, vague. I had planned to spend a couple of days at the hospital with my step-dad and mom and to relieve my mom in anyway possible, especially since she had been practically living at the hospital. Two days before I went, my mom called to let me know how he was doing. She gave the positives and then she said..."he is blind". She told me not to cry and that it would be OK and she hung up to avoid the fact that we were both sobbing uncontrollably.
I still tear up recalling that phone call. Of the sobs that coursed through my body immediately after I hung up. The whys. The hows. And after about ten minutes of crying, I stopped. I couldn't feel sorry for him, for me, for my mom. While we weren't prepared that he may be blind, he was alive. He received a "beautiful liver" that would give him a new lease on life. Different. New. About an hour later, my mom called back and we were both collected and she said someone wanted to say HI. I was able to talk to my step dad. I was able to hear him. To laugh and recognize that he was still the same, despite things that would be different. Everything can't remain the same. With change, we shall grow and live and embrace. I have to accept that we will never be given more than we can handle and we are so very blessed that he has been given the opportunity for a transplant and a long life.
I spent over two days in the hospital. I never left. I have to admit I was rather disappointed that I didn't lose any weight during my hospital stay, but I suppose I have to be the patient for that to happen! My step dad looked good. He made significant progress while I was there. His blood pressure was stabilizing with medication. He was beginning to see objects and movement. He was thankful for the new liver. He wasn't always sure where he was, but he was appreciative of my mom, myself, family and friends. I helped him with eating and he was able to stand and walk to the bathroom. The catheter was removed. His spirits were high and his attitude was pleasant. Then, it was time for me to come home.
I am not sure exactly what has happened since I left. I feel like for my sake, my mom wants to guard and protect me from the reality of what is happening or maybe if she doesn't verbalize it, it isn't real. They believe that he suffered a massive air embolism during the transplant which is causing the blindness. They also believe he may have suffered one or several mini strokes which has resulted in his reduced strength on one side. He may have also had a lack of blood flow and elevated blood pressure during surgery that caused additional issues. Actually, no one is exactly sure what happened or why. What I do know is that the longer he stayed in the hospital ICU the more irritated, agitated and frustrated he became. Doctors reported that he may have a full recovery. My mom reported that he doesn't understand why he is there, why he has to take medication and why he needs physical therapy. The plan was to discharge him to rehabilitation; however, a bed was not available where he was. My mom was told to check out nursing homes. Fortunately the hospital located a rehabilitation hospital and he was transferred.
Within days of being transferred to the acute rehabilitation center, he returned back to the hospital where the transplant occurred. The liver is reportedly doing well; it is the anxiety and pain that is not. He is being elevated to a higher level of care than when he was initially discharged. I just received a text from my mom that he will move to that floor after an operation and I have absolutely no idea what the operation is for. His white blood cells are elevated and his pain medication has been greatly increased. It is so difficult to be away from the situation waiting on information and updates. I wish that I could do more. All I can do is pray and be thankful for my step dad's transplant. Baby steps. One foot in front of the other. One day at a time.
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Tuesday, September 11, 2012
New Shower Curtains
For anyone who knows me, my life is not complete without an updated shower curtain. It had been a while since I actually purchased a new shower curtain. Especially since I downsized and actually got rid of a few. I have to admit I don't really change the shower curtain in the basement bathroom very often. Don't get me wrong, I have about six curtains down there that I rotate around, I just don't do it as much since I seldom use that bathroom.
When I purchased my set of golf clubs, I received a rebate for $50 at Menards. My intention was to purchase a chain saw. I mean what better purchase than a chain saw? The last time I borrowed one, I managed to cut down a live tree, have it fall across a dozen wires and land on my garage! I could only imagine what I could do with my very own chain saw! So instead, I managed to buy two shower curtains and a bunch of other miscellaneous things instead. Of course this one, I think I may put in the basement bathroom with the orange too!
Maybe some day I will find a new hobby or passion. For now I like the instant change to the bathroom, the lack of storage room necessary to house my obsession and the low cost involved! :)
When I purchased my set of golf clubs, I received a rebate for $50 at Menards. My intention was to purchase a chain saw. I mean what better purchase than a chain saw? The last time I borrowed one, I managed to cut down a live tree, have it fall across a dozen wires and land on my garage! I could only imagine what I could do with my very own chain saw! So instead, I managed to buy two shower curtains and a bunch of other miscellaneous things instead. Of course this one, I think I may put in the basement bathroom with the orange too!
Maybe some day I will find a new hobby or passion. For now I like the instant change to the bathroom, the lack of storage room necessary to house my obsession and the low cost involved! :)
Outdoor House Updates
I finally decided to replace my garage roof. I had a feeling if I waited much longer, the roof would have caved in completely. I wasn't entirely thrilled with the price, but it was done in a day and I am glad to have it replaced!
I haven't done much to the inside of the house. I have been keeping busy painting at MS' house since he moved and really don't have much energy or desire to do much on my house. Earlier this year I discontinued our DISH and switched to AT&T Uverse. I decided I had had enough of the wires and cables in and around the house. I didn't realize exactly how much I had from the various services over the years!
I also came back from vacation and found that I had a decent size hole in the cement in the driveway. Apparently some rodent dug through the bottom of the window well and and caused the cement to cave in. MS and I were able to repair the hole as well as a big chunk of the side door step that had broken off when moving in the new washing machine.
Other than going through a refinance to lower my interest rate and reduce a couple years off the term, things on the housing front have been pretty calm (knock, knock).
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Other than going through a refinance to lower my interest rate and reduce a couple years off the term, things on the housing front have been pretty calm (knock, knock).
Saturday, August 25, 2012
The Call
Tonight as I sit here typing blog after blog, I do so out of avoidance. Avoidance of the attempt to fall asleep. I even have the television off, so I can avoid the background noise. I would love to be able to sleep. I really would. I just don't think, regardless of how tired I am, that sleep will come easily.
My step dad, who has been a great father and dad to me for over fifteen years, is ill. A year ago, my dad and his wife were attempting to get my dad on the heart transplant list. They were not successful. My dad passed a year ago this month. There are times when I think of him and reminisce. I even ask my brother about my dad's wife, almost half caring (honestly, I do care, as much as I would like to say I don't!). Fast forward to a year later. My step dad is ill.
He was recently diagnosed with liver cancer. He had the surgery to "zap" the cancer. My mother and step dad are the exact opposite of my father and his wife. While they faced emotional challenges with the medical process, my step dad was approved for a liver transplant. He was "fifth" on the "list". They were told to never be more than an hour away from the hospital, which meant my mom couldn't go to South Dakota with us.
Tonight, weeks after he was accepted to the list, my mom received the call. I am not sure how one emotionally, physically or mentally prepares for a transplant. While you go through the training and preparations, like most things in life, you are never fully prepared for being in the moment. They were told to arrive at the hospital a few hours later. Testing is being done on the donor liver to see if the transplant will be possible. The results should have been in a few hours ago. Due to this late hour, my mom would never call or text me; however, she should know that I would be up. Waiting. Worrying. Wondering. My step dad is prepped. They are at the hospital Waiting. Worrying. Wondering. I am sure they are experiencing many more emotions, thoughts, fears and concerns than I can ever imagine. I want to be there to support them, but mom said it isn't necessary. The surgery may happen early in the morning. I have a work event to attend in the early morning, which I would bail in a heartbeat! But for now, I wait until I am wanted or needed. I would rather be there. I feel so helpless.
This is out of my hands. It is in HIS hands...
My step dad, who has been a great father and dad to me for over fifteen years, is ill. A year ago, my dad and his wife were attempting to get my dad on the heart transplant list. They were not successful. My dad passed a year ago this month. There are times when I think of him and reminisce. I even ask my brother about my dad's wife, almost half caring (honestly, I do care, as much as I would like to say I don't!). Fast forward to a year later. My step dad is ill.
He was recently diagnosed with liver cancer. He had the surgery to "zap" the cancer. My mother and step dad are the exact opposite of my father and his wife. While they faced emotional challenges with the medical process, my step dad was approved for a liver transplant. He was "fifth" on the "list". They were told to never be more than an hour away from the hospital, which meant my mom couldn't go to South Dakota with us.
Tonight, weeks after he was accepted to the list, my mom received the call. I am not sure how one emotionally, physically or mentally prepares for a transplant. While you go through the training and preparations, like most things in life, you are never fully prepared for being in the moment. They were told to arrive at the hospital a few hours later. Testing is being done on the donor liver to see if the transplant will be possible. The results should have been in a few hours ago. Due to this late hour, my mom would never call or text me; however, she should know that I would be up. Waiting. Worrying. Wondering. My step dad is prepped. They are at the hospital Waiting. Worrying. Wondering. I am sure they are experiencing many more emotions, thoughts, fears and concerns than I can ever imagine. I want to be there to support them, but mom said it isn't necessary. The surgery may happen early in the morning. I have a work event to attend in the early morning, which I would bail in a heartbeat! But for now, I wait until I am wanted or needed. I would rather be there. I feel so helpless.
This is out of my hands. It is in HIS hands...
Reunion Regret?
After returning home from Aruba, I had a completely full week at work. I had several late home visits planned and had to make up for being gone on vacation as well as my upcoming vacation the following week to South Dakota.
I think I worked somewhere around 55 hours that week in addition to bringing home two foster children for a night. My 20 year class reunion was the weekend between both vacations and I really struggled with whether to drive the 2.5 hours across state for the event. Even the morning of, I was still struggling. I had yet to grocery shop for food and snacks for the cross country trip or pack my suitcase and the car. In addition, MS was working the weekend and he wouldn't be able to come. Granted, I never asked him to come. Honestly, I think if I had asked him, he would have gone with me and we would have driven back the same night or early the next morning before he had to work. I wasn't sure that I wanted to bring MS if I went. For my 10 year reunion, my then husband and I attended. I just felt without a commitment of engagement, I didn't want to bring "a date" to the reunion. Then I feared how MS would be affected by that, especially since I believe his ex-wife had an affair with an old classmate.
Honestly, I was just too exhausted to deal with it all. I didn't want to cause any friction or concerns between MS and I before leaving for 1.5 weeks on vacation without him. If the drive had been less, or the reunion wasn't smack dab in the middle of two vacations, I would have gone. I have no regrets for not going. From the pictures, there were a few people I would have liked to see, but nothing I will lose sleep over! So instead, I spent the weekend, catching up on things around the house, packing and spending what time I could with MS when he wasn't working.
I think I worked somewhere around 55 hours that week in addition to bringing home two foster children for a night. My 20 year class reunion was the weekend between both vacations and I really struggled with whether to drive the 2.5 hours across state for the event. Even the morning of, I was still struggling. I had yet to grocery shop for food and snacks for the cross country trip or pack my suitcase and the car. In addition, MS was working the weekend and he wouldn't be able to come. Granted, I never asked him to come. Honestly, I think if I had asked him, he would have gone with me and we would have driven back the same night or early the next morning before he had to work. I wasn't sure that I wanted to bring MS if I went. For my 10 year reunion, my then husband and I attended. I just felt without a commitment of engagement, I didn't want to bring "a date" to the reunion. Then I feared how MS would be affected by that, especially since I believe his ex-wife had an affair with an old classmate.
Honestly, I was just too exhausted to deal with it all. I didn't want to cause any friction or concerns between MS and I before leaving for 1.5 weeks on vacation without him. If the drive had been less, or the reunion wasn't smack dab in the middle of two vacations, I would have gone. I have no regrets for not going. From the pictures, there were a few people I would have liked to see, but nothing I will lose sleep over! So instead, I spent the weekend, catching up on things around the house, packing and spending what time I could with MS when he wasn't working.
Blogging Revisited
I can honestly admit that there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about blogging. I think what I miss the most, is the fact that without blogging, I can't go back and read past posts. I can't go back to a certain time and reflect on what I may have been feeling or thinking or experiencing. In many ways, this blog has been my memory, my calendar if you will. When I need to think back to a time or event, I know in my mind that I can search for something on my blog and it is a perfect reference.
Unfortunately, this year will forever be a blur. I won't have this blog as a reference point to fill in the gaps, since I didn't take the time to actually type anything. As I quickly approach the big 4-0, I find that my memory isn't what I used to think it was. I would love to say that it isn't what I remember it being, but even now I wonder what I remember!
I don't blog for anyone else. I used to have a few friends that would read my blog to catch up on my latest issues. I think for the most part they have all given up even checking anymore. I did receive a text out of the blue tonight from RUR saying that he can no longer "stalk" me via my blog and wondered how I have been. So maybe with his contact and my inability to sleep, I thought I would blog.
Unfortunately, this year will forever be a blur. I won't have this blog as a reference point to fill in the gaps, since I didn't take the time to actually type anything. As I quickly approach the big 4-0, I find that my memory isn't what I used to think it was. I would love to say that it isn't what I remember it being, but even now I wonder what I remember!
I don't blog for anyone else. I used to have a few friends that would read my blog to catch up on my latest issues. I think for the most part they have all given up even checking anymore. I did receive a text out of the blue tonight from RUR saying that he can no longer "stalk" me via my blog and wondered how I have been. So maybe with his contact and my inability to sleep, I thought I would blog.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Auto-Correct Text
MS has an iphone and regularly uses the auto-text option. Needless to say, I often find some of his texts more than amusing. Tonight was no exception:
MS: "WTF...dude just walked up to the counter with a banana over his face. If I hadn't sort of recognized him from the other day I would have totally hit our panic button. Looked like he was about to frickin rob us!"
At this point, I was laughing hysterically (I still am!). Trying to imagine someone being scary with a banana on their face. Was it just a peel? Was it being held as a moustache or covering ones eyes?
I had never heard him mention a panic button before. Clearly how could he be almost to the point of pushing a panic button over a banana?
ME: "Nice...pharmacy robbed by an armed banana man..."
MS: "Lol, omg...that was supposed to be bandanna. Nice"
Oh how the auto-correct option entertains me!
MS: "WTF...dude just walked up to the counter with a banana over his face. If I hadn't sort of recognized him from the other day I would have totally hit our panic button. Looked like he was about to frickin rob us!"
At this point, I was laughing hysterically (I still am!). Trying to imagine someone being scary with a banana on their face. Was it just a peel? Was it being held as a moustache or covering ones eyes?
I had never heard him mention a panic button before. Clearly how could he be almost to the point of pushing a panic button over a banana?
ME: "Nice...pharmacy robbed by an armed banana man..."
MS: "Lol, omg...that was supposed to be bandanna. Nice"
Oh how the auto-correct option entertains me!
Monday, February 13, 2012
Smash Smashed
I just deleted my DVR'd recording of the second episode of Smash, mid-show. I was actually very interested in watching Smash after seeing the previews. It reminded me of Flash Dance. As I am not a fan of Glee, I hoped it wouldn't be Gleeked.
As I watched the season premiere I didn't know what to think. My son hit it on the nose as he sat on the other couch watching me. He said, "You really wanted to love it. And you didn't."
He was exactly right. I did want to love the show. I did think it would add to my DVR collection of recordings that I am finding difficult to watch. I hoped that maybe the second show would rope me in. Unfortunately, it did not. After ten minutes, I just hit stop and deleted the show. I feel sad. Of course glad that I have one less commitment of watching a television show, but sad that I had such hope and optimism for the show and was left with utter disappointment.
As I watched the season premiere I didn't know what to think. My son hit it on the nose as he sat on the other couch watching me. He said, "You really wanted to love it. And you didn't."
He was exactly right. I did want to love the show. I did think it would add to my DVR collection of recordings that I am finding difficult to watch. I hoped that maybe the second show would rope me in. Unfortunately, it did not. After ten minutes, I just hit stop and deleted the show. I feel sad. Of course glad that I have one less commitment of watching a television show, but sad that I had such hope and optimism for the show and was left with utter disappointment.
Health Scare
After my latest physical, I received that dreaded call that my pap was abnormal. I was informed to come in for additional testing. I told very few people. Actually, I believe at the time of the testing, in various different conversations, I informed MS only.
I was scared and yet I didn't want to worry about what I didn't know. Without confirmation, I didn't want to discuss or prepare for a diagnosis. Was I in denial? Was I experiencing different stages of grief and loss and bargaining? I believe that I was staying grounded in the reality that I would acknowledge the test results and plan a course of action.
After an extremely painful procedure, I did share with two other friends what I was experiencing, but not in great detail. Just more of a validation of my distance in conversation as I attempted to focus on the now and not be distracted.
After five long days, I learned that my test results were clear. Even now, almost a week later, I am choked up at the realization that I do not have cervical cancer. My mom is a survivor of both breast and uterine cancer. I believe that I had come to accept the inevitable that I was so overwhelmed when I learned that fortunately I was wrong!
I finally talked to my mom about the procedure. I went into much graphic and comical detail. She asked if I planned to blog about it. Of course, I am actually going to refrain from blogging about the details of the testing. Some things I do keep personal!
I am just very fortunate and blessed.
I was scared and yet I didn't want to worry about what I didn't know. Without confirmation, I didn't want to discuss or prepare for a diagnosis. Was I in denial? Was I experiencing different stages of grief and loss and bargaining? I believe that I was staying grounded in the reality that I would acknowledge the test results and plan a course of action.
After an extremely painful procedure, I did share with two other friends what I was experiencing, but not in great detail. Just more of a validation of my distance in conversation as I attempted to focus on the now and not be distracted.
After five long days, I learned that my test results were clear. Even now, almost a week later, I am choked up at the realization that I do not have cervical cancer. My mom is a survivor of both breast and uterine cancer. I believe that I had come to accept the inevitable that I was so overwhelmed when I learned that fortunately I was wrong!
I finally talked to my mom about the procedure. I went into much graphic and comical detail. She asked if I planned to blog about it. Of course, I am actually going to refrain from blogging about the details of the testing. Some things I do keep personal!
I am just very fortunate and blessed.
Fostering Respite II
I am currently experiencing my third respite foster care experience. The second set of children I respited back in August after returning home from Mexico. While I enjoyed the experience immensely, T thought otherwise. He still appears traumatized by the 7 year old female that repeatedly screamed his name incorrectly and attempted to wake him up earlier than he had hoped.
Needless to say, our current respite of a 10 year old female (D) had the cards stacked against her, in T's book. There is nothing she could say or do that would make T welcome her. Then again, T will be 15 next month and really I don't think any girl rates in his world at this moment (which, I am still perfectly fine with!). I feel bad for our foster child as she knows that T doesn't talk to her and even today she said that he doesn't even know her name, which he confirmed he did!
The current foster home requested respite initially from Sunday - Wednesday, but D came early Saturday morning. As D attends school in the nearby town, keeping her during the school week hasn't been a problem and I've only had to adjust my work schedule less than 1.5 hours a day. The current foster family had a change of plans and is having a "stay-cation" and enjoying being foster childless.
I actually like D. Respite foster care is tough though, trying to maintain another foster parent's schedule. D begins her bedtime routine at 7:00p.m. and is in bed at 8:30p.m. This schedule is maintained on the weekend. While I have done extremely well in keeping to the schedule, it isn't that conducive to T and I's normal routine. But for four days, we can manage.
D even adjusted well when her father canceled his unsupervised visit, the first one EVER he has canceled due to being "sick". I called him to inquire if he wanted to talk to his daughter on the phone. His response, "NO". He further and clearly went on to say, "It is difficult to even talk". I asked if he would want to reschedule the visit if he was feeling better and he said, "NO. Next Monday will be fine." He then said, "Tell her I said to do her homework." And we hung up. Seriously? D inquired twice about not seeing her dad. She was excited she wouldn't be seeing him tomorrow as a make up visit. She wasn't bothered. But I was.
How is it, that even given the opportunity by a foster parent to talk to your daughter, a parent would refuse? I know this answer. I have worked in child welfare and foster care for 14.5 years. I do understand. But...this is the first time, that as a foster parent being sincere and attempting to work with a birth parent (not as a caseworker) that I have been so completely disappointed.
What did D do to deserve this? How hard is it to take a moment to tell someone you care about them, miss them and/or love them? Especially a child. Is it too much to ask?
I guess I attempt to live my life in the best way that I know how. To tell those near and dear that I love them. To live with no regrets. I am not perfect by any means, but when given the opportunity, I try my best and take advantage of every opportunity.
Needless to say, our current respite of a 10 year old female (D) had the cards stacked against her, in T's book. There is nothing she could say or do that would make T welcome her. Then again, T will be 15 next month and really I don't think any girl rates in his world at this moment (which, I am still perfectly fine with!). I feel bad for our foster child as she knows that T doesn't talk to her and even today she said that he doesn't even know her name, which he confirmed he did!
The current foster home requested respite initially from Sunday - Wednesday, but D came early Saturday morning. As D attends school in the nearby town, keeping her during the school week hasn't been a problem and I've only had to adjust my work schedule less than 1.5 hours a day. The current foster family had a change of plans and is having a "stay-cation" and enjoying being foster childless.
I actually like D. Respite foster care is tough though, trying to maintain another foster parent's schedule. D begins her bedtime routine at 7:00p.m. and is in bed at 8:30p.m. This schedule is maintained on the weekend. While I have done extremely well in keeping to the schedule, it isn't that conducive to T and I's normal routine. But for four days, we can manage.
D even adjusted well when her father canceled his unsupervised visit, the first one EVER he has canceled due to being "sick". I called him to inquire if he wanted to talk to his daughter on the phone. His response, "NO". He further and clearly went on to say, "It is difficult to even talk". I asked if he would want to reschedule the visit if he was feeling better and he said, "NO. Next Monday will be fine." He then said, "Tell her I said to do her homework." And we hung up. Seriously? D inquired twice about not seeing her dad. She was excited she wouldn't be seeing him tomorrow as a make up visit. She wasn't bothered. But I was.
How is it, that even given the opportunity by a foster parent to talk to your daughter, a parent would refuse? I know this answer. I have worked in child welfare and foster care for 14.5 years. I do understand. But...this is the first time, that as a foster parent being sincere and attempting to work with a birth parent (not as a caseworker) that I have been so completely disappointed.
What did D do to deserve this? How hard is it to take a moment to tell someone you care about them, miss them and/or love them? Especially a child. Is it too much to ask?
I guess I attempt to live my life in the best way that I know how. To tell those near and dear that I love them. To live with no regrets. I am not perfect by any means, but when given the opportunity, I try my best and take advantage of every opportunity.
Serenity
I love the color brown. Over the years I have added various hues of brown to my living room. Sometime around 2002 I hand painted every single brick on my fireplace one of three colors, two a shade of brown. Last year for my birthday I purchased area rugs for my living room and dining room in different hues of brown.
In late November 2011, I finally finished my brown theme, almost a decade in the making. Although I have to admit, I didn't know it was in the making. Usually, if I start something, I finish it. So the living room and dining room, were always a vision, but never a priority. I purchased a living room set and then a can of paint. MS and I painted the accent wall in the living room a dark mocha brown and painted the door white (removing all traces of the previous purple!). I replaced the window treatment with a new curtain rod and five curtain panels. The curtain rod was actually quite an adventure and after two attempts, I found one at Bed Bath & Beyond large enough (imagine that!).
I purchased wall decor to decorate the walls, including the dining room walls. I tore down the chair rail and the wall paper and border on the dining room wall. I went to a painting store on three occasions and painted plates to hang.
I added the brown wall color to my dresser in the dining room to spruce it up.
The cedar chest that had been in T's room and subsequently moved into the hallway was repainted and for $3.78 I picked up a perfectly matching piece of fabric and replaced the sports decorum.
I have to say that I love, love, love my living room and dining room. I feel so peaceful and content when I walk in the room. I am so relaxed. Accomplished.
Bliss...
In late November 2011, I finally finished my brown theme, almost a decade in the making. Although I have to admit, I didn't know it was in the making. Usually, if I start something, I finish it. So the living room and dining room, were always a vision, but never a priority. I purchased a living room set and then a can of paint. MS and I painted the accent wall in the living room a dark mocha brown and painted the door white (removing all traces of the previous purple!). I replaced the window treatment with a new curtain rod and five curtain panels. The curtain rod was actually quite an adventure and after two attempts, I found one at Bed Bath & Beyond large enough (imagine that!).
I added the brown wall color to my dresser in the dining room to spruce it up.
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I have to say that I love, love, love my living room and dining room. I feel so peaceful and content when I walk in the room. I am so relaxed. Accomplished.
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The Next Great Baker : I am Not...
Today JA texted me to confirm that my alias was donned the Next Great Baker. Granted I have never watched or even heard of the show, so I have no idea what exactly reminds me of the winner. Apparently it isn't my baking skills!
I have a meeting tomorrow morning, so I decided to make some cupcakes. I had some orange frosting that I thought by adding red dye would turn red to decorate. Did I mention that last week I participated in a cupcake decorating class? Well, I have since learned that it is all about having the right tools. Even when baking.
Adding red dye to orange does not turn frosting red. And adding blue to not so red frosting only turns frosting the color of baby diarrhea. So not appropriate for Valentines Day cupcakes. Fortunately I also had white frosting in the cupboard.
Surprisingly the camera makes the hearts actually resemble red, not the dark orange they truly are. I attempted to shade the heart in red, which made a mess, so I enhanced the mess! Surprisingly my respite foster daughter chose that one as her snack!
Feeling like there is no way that I can pass off the cupcakes as being made by my three year old child I don't have, I opted to make pink frosting with the white.
While I still need some major decorating assistance, at least I won't be too embarrassed to bring this cake to the meeting. Afterall, I have no intention of quitting my day job anytime soon...
I have a meeting tomorrow morning, so I decided to make some cupcakes. I had some orange frosting that I thought by adding red dye would turn red to decorate. Did I mention that last week I participated in a cupcake decorating class? Well, I have since learned that it is all about having the right tools. Even when baking.
Adding red dye to orange does not turn frosting red. And adding blue to not so red frosting only turns frosting the color of baby diarrhea. So not appropriate for Valentines Day cupcakes. Fortunately I also had white frosting in the cupboard.
Feeling like there is no way that I can pass off the cupcakes as being made by my three year old child I don't have, I opted to make pink frosting with the white.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
G-Men & The Super Bowl
Tonight at dinner my son and I were having a discussion about who is going to win the Super Bowl. Of course I answered with the "New" team. 'Cause that's how I roll. Regardless, T started abbreviating the names of the teams. He said that the Giants are called the G-Men. He then for some reason said it would be weird for New England to be called the N-Men, at which point I inquired why they wouldn't be the P-Men.
Then T says, "So what would the chargers be called?" Not hesitating to think about it...I responded, "C-Men".
At which point my almost 15 year old son burst out laughing. I could only join in the laughter that I am getting too old to realize the joke about semen.
Then T says, "So what would the chargers be called?" Not hesitating to think about it...I responded, "C-Men".
At which point my almost 15 year old son burst out laughing. I could only join in the laughter that I am getting too old to realize the joke about semen.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
The Case of the MIA Banana Peel
Sometimes, well most of the time, my mind is going a dozen different directions at once. Many times over the past month, I have considered, even planned to blog. And obviously, I didn't. I still think maybe I will. Maybe I will go back and blog about happenings. Maybe I won't.
So after 1.5 hours of procrastinating working out (using my newly adapted Nintendo 64 on my new 32" lcd t.v. to play Galaga while I ride the stationary bike), I decided to blog. Another form of procrastination? ABSOLUTELY. I have intentions of typing a brief blog, but I feel like back story is necessary, then I realize how long it will be. Do I even bother? Then I decide, sure, why not, but where to begin?
This week has been extremely long, with two twelve hour plus days at work, meeting with six families in three days. November and December will always be strenuous as long as I maintain my current job. So, needless to say, I've been running a little thin and feeling a little disconnected. Nothing as apparent as what unfolded tonight.
Last night and this morning I had two scheduled visits with families. Both families thought that I was coming on different days. I started to question my sanity and my communication efforts. Not that I don't take responsibility for my own actions and mistakes, as I will be in Las Vegas, I clearly knew I wouldn't schedule when either family had thought. But two appointments back to back incorrect? Odd. Then again, the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas is stressful and strenuous for many.
As I left my visit this morning, I contacted JA and left messages as we had planned to meet up for lunch. I was starving, so I grabbed a banana out of my purse. Seeing that I had gum, I decided to stick the gum on the banana peel as I ate the banana. I laid the banana peel on the passenger seat in the car, with the gum secured on the peel.
To be honest, I have absolutely no recollection of where the banana peel is. NONE. I still don't, hours later.
When I arrived home from work, my son asked what was on my pants. He asked if I had holey pants and if I really wore them to work. When I looked down at my pants, I had FIVE small, gooey, sticky patches of...GUM. The gum must have fallen onto my pants, which then proceeded to stick to a different part of the pant leg, repeatedly as I sat and stood and so on.
Did I mention, I still have absolutely NO idea where the banana peel is. I don't remember if I removed the peel from my work car. I would have to assume that I did, hence how the gum managed to get from inside a banana peel on the passenger seat of the car to my leg. But maybe the gum fell immediately after I consumed the banana. Which would mean that I had gum on my upper thigh throughout lunch and throughout a 2.5 hour home visit with a family and then back to the office where I sat at my desk and then to my car to come home. And...not one person mentioned a thing?
Tomorrow I will manage to back track my steps to find a now over ripe banana peel. On a side note, some ice and scraping removed the sticky gum from my dress pants.
I can only wonder what else I have managed to misplace and miscommunicate. I'm just glad for now, it was a piece of gum and a banana peel.
What types of mishaps have you had while suffering from a lack of sleep?
So after 1.5 hours of procrastinating working out (using my newly adapted Nintendo 64 on my new 32" lcd t.v. to play Galaga while I ride the stationary bike), I decided to blog. Another form of procrastination? ABSOLUTELY. I have intentions of typing a brief blog, but I feel like back story is necessary, then I realize how long it will be. Do I even bother? Then I decide, sure, why not, but where to begin?
This week has been extremely long, with two twelve hour plus days at work, meeting with six families in three days. November and December will always be strenuous as long as I maintain my current job. So, needless to say, I've been running a little thin and feeling a little disconnected. Nothing as apparent as what unfolded tonight.
Last night and this morning I had two scheduled visits with families. Both families thought that I was coming on different days. I started to question my sanity and my communication efforts. Not that I don't take responsibility for my own actions and mistakes, as I will be in Las Vegas, I clearly knew I wouldn't schedule when either family had thought. But two appointments back to back incorrect? Odd. Then again, the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas is stressful and strenuous for many.
As I left my visit this morning, I contacted JA and left messages as we had planned to meet up for lunch. I was starving, so I grabbed a banana out of my purse. Seeing that I had gum, I decided to stick the gum on the banana peel as I ate the banana. I laid the banana peel on the passenger seat in the car, with the gum secured on the peel.
To be honest, I have absolutely no recollection of where the banana peel is. NONE. I still don't, hours later.
When I arrived home from work, my son asked what was on my pants. He asked if I had holey pants and if I really wore them to work. When I looked down at my pants, I had FIVE small, gooey, sticky patches of...GUM. The gum must have fallen onto my pants, which then proceeded to stick to a different part of the pant leg, repeatedly as I sat and stood and so on.
Did I mention, I still have absolutely NO idea where the banana peel is. I don't remember if I removed the peel from my work car. I would have to assume that I did, hence how the gum managed to get from inside a banana peel on the passenger seat of the car to my leg. But maybe the gum fell immediately after I consumed the banana. Which would mean that I had gum on my upper thigh throughout lunch and throughout a 2.5 hour home visit with a family and then back to the office where I sat at my desk and then to my car to come home. And...not one person mentioned a thing?
Tomorrow I will manage to back track my steps to find a now over ripe banana peel. On a side note, some ice and scraping removed the sticky gum from my dress pants.
I can only wonder what else I have managed to misplace and miscommunicate. I'm just glad for now, it was a piece of gum and a banana peel.
What types of mishaps have you had while suffering from a lack of sleep?
Thursday, October 13, 2011
5K Walk Results
Last Saturday JA and I participated in a 5k Walk/Run local event. Of course my intention was to begin exercising for the two weeks before the event, when I asked JA if she wanted company. I can honestly admit that I did walk on several occasions leading up to the event, but not nearly as much as I wanted, hoped or desired. I just struggled finding the motivation.
My largest issue seems to be the 0-15 minute phase of any physical activity. The inner battles and demons always seem to prevail and I manage to not exercise. Once I have managed to struggle through the first 15 minutes, I am usually fine and then an endurance switch flips and I usually don't want to stop. While I had to be at the locale at 7:30a.m. to pick up my t-shirt, I remotely considered walking before the event started to warm up. I did have some fear that I couldn't keep up with JA as she walks on her treadmill four miles uphill many times a week.
Needless to say, we completed the walk and I survived. I wouldn't say that I had an adrenaline rush which motivated me. Shame motivated me. Motivated me to want to do better. Motivated me to want to jog. Something about watching a 70 year old man shuffle jog past as we walked. When we started the "race" the peer pressure of everyone jogging/running by had us jog on the track out of the stadium and onto the course. Despite taking my inhaler, I couldn't jog long so we stopped and walked. Quickly I had some intense shin splints but I knew that I could press on for a measly three miles, I didn't have much choice. Although I constantly felt like JA's dead weight and it wasn't a good feeling.
We weren't the last ones to finish, but clearly I think we may have been only a few to set out to complete the event by walking it's entirety. Two high school girls would pass us walking and then we would pass them. Both JA and I felt like we were walking faster but their walk looked so nonchalant and relaxed compared to ours. When we reached the track of the stadium we again jogged to the finish line.
JA sent me a link to our results a few days later. I hadn't bothered to look at what time we started or finished so I really had no idea. I know when I trained for the 3 day I could endurance walk a 13.5 minute mile but tried to slow down to a 15 minute mile for the sanity of my feet, knees and body. Needless to say, I was shocked when I opened up the results and saw that we completed the 5k in 36 minutes.
It almost makes me want to actually train and see if I can push myself to jog a 5k and see if I can physically complete. Then my rational side takes over as I laugh at myself and taunt myself to start with baby steps and see if a mile is even obtainable.
Why is it that fear and ourselves can be our worst demon? What is it that truly holds me back?
My largest issue seems to be the 0-15 minute phase of any physical activity. The inner battles and demons always seem to prevail and I manage to not exercise. Once I have managed to struggle through the first 15 minutes, I am usually fine and then an endurance switch flips and I usually don't want to stop. While I had to be at the locale at 7:30a.m. to pick up my t-shirt, I remotely considered walking before the event started to warm up. I did have some fear that I couldn't keep up with JA as she walks on her treadmill four miles uphill many times a week.
Needless to say, we completed the walk and I survived. I wouldn't say that I had an adrenaline rush which motivated me. Shame motivated me. Motivated me to want to do better. Motivated me to want to jog. Something about watching a 70 year old man shuffle jog past as we walked. When we started the "race" the peer pressure of everyone jogging/running by had us jog on the track out of the stadium and onto the course. Despite taking my inhaler, I couldn't jog long so we stopped and walked. Quickly I had some intense shin splints but I knew that I could press on for a measly three miles, I didn't have much choice. Although I constantly felt like JA's dead weight and it wasn't a good feeling.
We weren't the last ones to finish, but clearly I think we may have been only a few to set out to complete the event by walking it's entirety. Two high school girls would pass us walking and then we would pass them. Both JA and I felt like we were walking faster but their walk looked so nonchalant and relaxed compared to ours. When we reached the track of the stadium we again jogged to the finish line.
JA sent me a link to our results a few days later. I hadn't bothered to look at what time we started or finished so I really had no idea. I know when I trained for the 3 day I could endurance walk a 13.5 minute mile but tried to slow down to a 15 minute mile for the sanity of my feet, knees and body. Needless to say, I was shocked when I opened up the results and saw that we completed the 5k in 36 minutes.
It almost makes me want to actually train and see if I can push myself to jog a 5k and see if I can physically complete. Then my rational side takes over as I laugh at myself and taunt myself to start with baby steps and see if a mile is even obtainable.
Why is it that fear and ourselves can be our worst demon? What is it that truly holds me back?
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Customer Service/Online Ordering
I can readily admit that I pay too much for services. I wish that I was a better advocate for keeping my costs down, but change keeps me stagnant. Weekly I receive advertisements in the mail on how to lower my auto insurance, my cable, my phone service, my credit card interests, you name it, I'm sure you and I both receive them.
Change and choice keeps me content. Or does it? I know that I pay too much in combination of my home phone, internet and television, but I haven't done anything about it. I would love to get more for less. Who wouldn't? I finally decided to take matters into my own hands, well one matter at a time.
We are having issues with our DVR. Two recent shows that we have recorded have had interference, of course during critical times, that have allowed us to miss some of the show. Clearly not life threatening. As we have Dish, the first time I thought it may have been due to weather, but after the second time I'm afraid that isn't the case. So I called Dish to ask for assistance and was advised to unplug the receiver. When I followed up to see if I was under any contractual obligations if I chose to cancel I was told I wasn't. There was no conversation or discussion as to my desire to cancel or if services could be offered to keep me as a customer. Based on that, I decided to look into AT&T U-Verse.
I have been receiving sales advertisements for U-Verse for sometime. The bundle sounds like a good deal, but most deals usually do. I already have AT&T for phone and internet, so the television addition wouldn't be a bad idea. I looked online and ended up ordering it today - thinking I got a good deal - which will be installed at the end of the month with a savings of about $30 per month. Not too bad, right?
Then I started thinking about the deal and what television stations we would be getting, especially since we have been watching many shows on the CW (LOVE, LOVE RINGER). I was beginning to think I would be going on a similar t.v. hiatus with the switch as I did when I lost the WB years prior. Frustrated with the online site (as my computer at work has an outdated web browser) I called customer service. This is where I became...confused.
The woman on the other end of the phone was FABULOUS. She didn't say that she could save me more money but advised that I might like what she had to offer over what I just ordered. I thought I had ordered the U-100 but received the U-Family so 30+ less channels as I ordered the DVR and it isn't available with the 100. So here is what I ordered and what I was offered by calling Customer Service:
Online Offer: 70 channels, Basic Internet & Home Phone; $250 Visa Credits for ordering online; 12 months for $110/month
Customer Service: 200 channels, Pro Internet, Home Phone, Free HBO/Cinemax 3 months, $250 Visa; 6 months for $95/month and 6 months for $105/month
So which is the better deal? I was actually a little confused by how I was being offered a better deal by calling and I wondered if there was a "catch".
Oh and one more thing...She was AMERICAN and spoke ENGLISH. Who says that Customer Service doesn't exist by phone anymore? Did I mention I didn't even yell or call to complain?
Change and choice keeps me content. Or does it? I know that I pay too much in combination of my home phone, internet and television, but I haven't done anything about it. I would love to get more for less. Who wouldn't? I finally decided to take matters into my own hands, well one matter at a time.
We are having issues with our DVR. Two recent shows that we have recorded have had interference, of course during critical times, that have allowed us to miss some of the show. Clearly not life threatening. As we have Dish, the first time I thought it may have been due to weather, but after the second time I'm afraid that isn't the case. So I called Dish to ask for assistance and was advised to unplug the receiver. When I followed up to see if I was under any contractual obligations if I chose to cancel I was told I wasn't. There was no conversation or discussion as to my desire to cancel or if services could be offered to keep me as a customer. Based on that, I decided to look into AT&T U-Verse.
I have been receiving sales advertisements for U-Verse for sometime. The bundle sounds like a good deal, but most deals usually do. I already have AT&T for phone and internet, so the television addition wouldn't be a bad idea. I looked online and ended up ordering it today - thinking I got a good deal - which will be installed at the end of the month with a savings of about $30 per month. Not too bad, right?
Then I started thinking about the deal and what television stations we would be getting, especially since we have been watching many shows on the CW (LOVE, LOVE RINGER). I was beginning to think I would be going on a similar t.v. hiatus with the switch as I did when I lost the WB years prior. Frustrated with the online site (as my computer at work has an outdated web browser) I called customer service. This is where I became...confused.
The woman on the other end of the phone was FABULOUS. She didn't say that she could save me more money but advised that I might like what she had to offer over what I just ordered. I thought I had ordered the U-100 but received the U-Family so 30+ less channels as I ordered the DVR and it isn't available with the 100. So here is what I ordered and what I was offered by calling Customer Service:
Online Offer: 70 channels, Basic Internet & Home Phone; $250 Visa Credits for ordering online; 12 months for $110/month
Customer Service: 200 channels, Pro Internet, Home Phone, Free HBO/Cinemax 3 months, $250 Visa; 6 months for $95/month and 6 months for $105/month
So which is the better deal? I was actually a little confused by how I was being offered a better deal by calling and I wondered if there was a "catch".
Oh and one more thing...She was AMERICAN and spoke ENGLISH. Who says that Customer Service doesn't exist by phone anymore? Did I mention I didn't even yell or call to complain?
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Popped Circuits
Popped Circuits or blown fuses...I can only imagine what is next on the horizon, and dare I say it? But bring it on. If this is my challenge, I can get through it!
I can't believe how long it has been since my last post, although a little more recent than any consistent exercise! Things have been busy, but nothing too terribly crazy.
Little League World Series was a great time. T and I survived our last jaunt before school starting. Even "Tropical Storm Irene" didn't interfere too much: one consolation game cancellation and a rain delay. Two of my tires were low at one truck stop and fortunately I noticed and T used his tire knowledge to get us back on the road without issue.
School is in full swing. I have to say that I am glad T is out of the house and back into a routine. I think we function best with structure, even though I would love it if I didn't have to go into work five days a week and still received a pay check! His classes are uber difficult but he is managing, so far. Not so sure that Advanced Placement was the best option, but I am glad he is being challenged.
On the home front, my washing machine crashed last week. I am sure it was just a belt, but after 14 years it seemed due time to upgrade to a new set. I haven't managed to read the manuals yet - but the thought of a washer washing FOURTEEN pairs of jeans at a time? OMG I tore out the rest of the back fence and had a couple awesome bonfires at MS'. I managed to brand my toe with the poker and learned that fire tending in sandals isn't the smartest idea. I priced out new fencing and decided, maybe I don't need a fence right now. I purchased a few privacy trees to plant instead. After coming home on Monday, my dehumidifier was no longer working. I realized while the washer and dryer were being installed that a circuit had popped.
As the basement is pretty damp, I figured I was due for a new dehumidifier too. I purchased a new one on Monday night and am amazed at the power! I moved the dehumidifier into the den area last night and this morning I was astonished that the bucket was almost half full! I emptied it out in the wash basin and noticed the water wasn't draining well. Then I noticed that the floor drain wasn't working and all of the water went right to the floor and the carpet. Sigh...I checked the circuits and a different circuit was popped. So I turned it back on and the sump worked. Cleaned up the free standing water and now have a fan and the dehumidifier running to dry everything out. Two circuits popped in less than a week? What is going on?
I volunteered to keep JA company and join her in a 5k walk this Saturday. I thought it would motivate me to start exercising and make a dent in the extra 15 pounds I would LOVE to lose. Unfortunately it is mind over matter. I have walked a couple times and even rode the stationary bike while playing Galaga. I just am not exercising as much as I should. I am saddened that four years ago I was training for the 3 Day (60 miles in 3 days) and now I can't even get motivated to walk 3 Miles! I am looking forward to spending some time with JA and bringing back the memories of our walking days!
MS and I are doing well. Hard to imagine that we will have been dating ONE year this month. Our anniversary will be celebrated together at his brother's wedding, where he is the best man. Of course I have less than 1.5 weeks and I have absolutely no idea what to wear! The ceremony will be "brief" and outside in a park. As of last weekend, there are 213 people confirmed. TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN! What in the world do I wear? Beyond an outfit (and that famous week before of the month) I am trying not to assess what MS and I are doing. Where are we headed? While walking to the store on Sunday, MS pointed out a vacant lot on his street and suggested I could build a house on it and we could be neighbors. Maybe that got me thinking...
Work is work. There has been much drama lately and many people leaving the office due to the new "Acting Director". I don't recall ever blogging about it, but much of my personal angst began after the passing of my father when I received an anonymous typed note in my mailbox of an excerpt from an article about angry co-workers and borderline personality. I brought the issue to the attention of my Union Rep as I didn't want anymore harassment, although I couldn't say for sure who. Then I had several discussions with Supervisors. Things continued on a short downward spiral briefly thereafter. I was asked if I would move offices and now I feel like I am in a "timeout" as I sit in the corner and face the corner. I also received a note in my office of a dress code violation. This too shall pass and things are getting a little better. I would love to have a more appreciative and rewarding job - personally, professionally and financially. I am thankful for the employment and the ability to pay my bills and afford the extras that I choose and that choose for me (washer, dryer, dehumidifier...). I love the fact that I only work three miles from home. I know I hold myself back from wanting more, but what is it that I want?
It is hard to believe that tomorrow will be two months since my father passed. I am so glad that he is no longer suffering. It amazes me how much stress his health, his relationship with his wife and our relationships really affected me.
All in all, there isn't anything to complain about. A few bumps along the way, but life has been good. Two popped circuits so far. Whatever is next, I can handle it!
I can't believe how long it has been since my last post, although a little more recent than any consistent exercise! Things have been busy, but nothing too terribly crazy.
Little League World Series was a great time. T and I survived our last jaunt before school starting. Even "Tropical Storm Irene" didn't interfere too much: one consolation game cancellation and a rain delay. Two of my tires were low at one truck stop and fortunately I noticed and T used his tire knowledge to get us back on the road without issue.
School is in full swing. I have to say that I am glad T is out of the house and back into a routine. I think we function best with structure, even though I would love it if I didn't have to go into work five days a week and still received a pay check! His classes are uber difficult but he is managing, so far. Not so sure that Advanced Placement was the best option, but I am glad he is being challenged.
On the home front, my washing machine crashed last week. I am sure it was just a belt, but after 14 years it seemed due time to upgrade to a new set. I haven't managed to read the manuals yet - but the thought of a washer washing FOURTEEN pairs of jeans at a time? OMG I tore out the rest of the back fence and had a couple awesome bonfires at MS'. I managed to brand my toe with the poker and learned that fire tending in sandals isn't the smartest idea. I priced out new fencing and decided, maybe I don't need a fence right now. I purchased a few privacy trees to plant instead. After coming home on Monday, my dehumidifier was no longer working. I realized while the washer and dryer were being installed that a circuit had popped.
As the basement is pretty damp, I figured I was due for a new dehumidifier too. I purchased a new one on Monday night and am amazed at the power! I moved the dehumidifier into the den area last night and this morning I was astonished that the bucket was almost half full! I emptied it out in the wash basin and noticed the water wasn't draining well. Then I noticed that the floor drain wasn't working and all of the water went right to the floor and the carpet. Sigh...I checked the circuits and a different circuit was popped. So I turned it back on and the sump worked. Cleaned up the free standing water and now have a fan and the dehumidifier running to dry everything out. Two circuits popped in less than a week? What is going on?
I volunteered to keep JA company and join her in a 5k walk this Saturday. I thought it would motivate me to start exercising and make a dent in the extra 15 pounds I would LOVE to lose. Unfortunately it is mind over matter. I have walked a couple times and even rode the stationary bike while playing Galaga. I just am not exercising as much as I should. I am saddened that four years ago I was training for the 3 Day (60 miles in 3 days) and now I can't even get motivated to walk 3 Miles! I am looking forward to spending some time with JA and bringing back the memories of our walking days!
MS and I are doing well. Hard to imagine that we will have been dating ONE year this month. Our anniversary will be celebrated together at his brother's wedding, where he is the best man. Of course I have less than 1.5 weeks and I have absolutely no idea what to wear! The ceremony will be "brief" and outside in a park. As of last weekend, there are 213 people confirmed. TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN! What in the world do I wear? Beyond an outfit (and that famous week before of the month) I am trying not to assess what MS and I are doing. Where are we headed? While walking to the store on Sunday, MS pointed out a vacant lot on his street and suggested I could build a house on it and we could be neighbors. Maybe that got me thinking...
Work is work. There has been much drama lately and many people leaving the office due to the new "Acting Director". I don't recall ever blogging about it, but much of my personal angst began after the passing of my father when I received an anonymous typed note in my mailbox of an excerpt from an article about angry co-workers and borderline personality. I brought the issue to the attention of my Union Rep as I didn't want anymore harassment, although I couldn't say for sure who. Then I had several discussions with Supervisors. Things continued on a short downward spiral briefly thereafter. I was asked if I would move offices and now I feel like I am in a "timeout" as I sit in the corner and face the corner. I also received a note in my office of a dress code violation. This too shall pass and things are getting a little better. I would love to have a more appreciative and rewarding job - personally, professionally and financially. I am thankful for the employment and the ability to pay my bills and afford the extras that I choose and that choose for me (washer, dryer, dehumidifier...). I love the fact that I only work three miles from home. I know I hold myself back from wanting more, but what is it that I want?
It is hard to believe that tomorrow will be two months since my father passed. I am so glad that he is no longer suffering. It amazes me how much stress his health, his relationship with his wife and our relationships really affected me.
All in all, there isn't anything to complain about. A few bumps along the way, but life has been good. Two popped circuits so far. Whatever is next, I can handle it!
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Little League World Series Roadtrip
As if I haven't had enough of baseball this year, a mother's love in never ending! When I arrived back in the states from our trip to Mexico, T texted and asked when he was with me for our week of vacation. He wanted to go to the Little League World Series in Williamsport, Pennsylvania.
Seeing that the return from my vacation with MS butted up to the weekend of respite of fostering and then my father's funeral, I told T to do some research. While he did some, the brunt of the research was done by...me. I spent this past weekend looking into hotel options and distance and juggling of my work schedule.
Effective today, I will be taking off Friday and Monday to take T to the Little League World Series. Tonight we booked a hotel for Friday and Saturday night nearby and a hotel en route home for Sunday night. I am sure we will pack up the car on Thursday night and head east, no need to make anymore plans or pack until the very last minute. T and I have a bowling marathon to tend to tomorrow and Wednesday I hope to get together with some friends out of town. I plan on working a full day Thursday. We will plan on stopping at my parent's Thursday night - two hours closer to Williamsport.
I am looking forward to the last minute getaway weekend with T before school starts. While I hope we do more than watch five games of baseball, at least it will be better than the constant games we have been watching on t.v.! I love last minute improv getways! Cheers to adventure!
Seeing that the return from my vacation with MS butted up to the weekend of respite of fostering and then my father's funeral, I told T to do some research. While he did some, the brunt of the research was done by...me. I spent this past weekend looking into hotel options and distance and juggling of my work schedule.
Effective today, I will be taking off Friday and Monday to take T to the Little League World Series. Tonight we booked a hotel for Friday and Saturday night nearby and a hotel en route home for Sunday night. I am sure we will pack up the car on Thursday night and head east, no need to make anymore plans or pack until the very last minute. T and I have a bowling marathon to tend to tomorrow and Wednesday I hope to get together with some friends out of town. I plan on working a full day Thursday. We will plan on stopping at my parent's Thursday night - two hours closer to Williamsport.
I am looking forward to the last minute getaway weekend with T before school starts. While I hope we do more than watch five games of baseball, at least it will be better than the constant games we have been watching on t.v.! I love last minute improv getways! Cheers to adventure!
Monday, August 22, 2011
Fostering Respite
MS and I arrived back to the airport just before midnight on Thursday night. I stayed the night at MS' house and woke early to shower and head home. I went grocery shopping for the weekend in preparation of respite with a 7 year old and 4 year old. I raced home and put away the groceries, unpacked and started laundry. I went and picked up T from his dad's and got back home in time for the foster children to arrive at 1p.m.
The weekend was a great time! I enjoyed having the children in the home, although T was going out of his mind with the 7 year old that was annoying him beyond belief. I tried to give him some space of his own as the kids and I walked to a park on two of the days, visiting three different parks. We also enjoyed bowling, an indoor pool center, numerous movies, games and activities.
On the first day we painted nails although the 7 year old decided she didn't want hers painted and did mine instead. The 4 year old was ecstatic to have his finger and toes painted. His older sister proclaimed that he wasn't "allowed" to have them painted because "mom and dad" wouldn't allow it, so of course I painted them! I did take off the polish before he went back to the foster home on Sunday, but the little guy loved them and had fun picking out a different color for each nail!
I forgot how much energy it takes to parent young children! I did my best to keep them on the sleep schedule, but honestly I wasn't very successful. Obviously a different home and different sleep arrangements were difficult for the kids. The 4 year old fell asleep watching a movie in my lap both nights. He woke the first night several times throughout the night with the last time being 2a.m.! Both kids were up between 5-6:00a.m. both mornings! So my 3.5 hours of sleep average wasn't a great plan, but luckily short-term! I didn't love the fact that the kids wanted blueberry pancakes and after making them at 6:30a.m. and neither wanted to eat them! Oh well. Plan B.
The 4 year old was a serious cuddle bug. I loved being active with the kids. The 4 year old loved helping me do dishes and around the house. The 7 year old had issues with entertaining herself and was often "bored" so she found T to annoy! I was sad to see the kids leave and I think they weren't ready to go - which was fabulous as neither of us wore out our welcome!
Respite definitely works the best for us. We don't have to worry about childcare, can help out other foster families and can enjoy the benefits of children while offering them stability and opportunity too!
The weekend was a great time! I enjoyed having the children in the home, although T was going out of his mind with the 7 year old that was annoying him beyond belief. I tried to give him some space of his own as the kids and I walked to a park on two of the days, visiting three different parks. We also enjoyed bowling, an indoor pool center, numerous movies, games and activities.
On the first day we painted nails although the 7 year old decided she didn't want hers painted and did mine instead. The 4 year old was ecstatic to have his finger and toes painted. His older sister proclaimed that he wasn't "allowed" to have them painted because "mom and dad" wouldn't allow it, so of course I painted them! I did take off the polish before he went back to the foster home on Sunday, but the little guy loved them and had fun picking out a different color for each nail!
I forgot how much energy it takes to parent young children! I did my best to keep them on the sleep schedule, but honestly I wasn't very successful. Obviously a different home and different sleep arrangements were difficult for the kids. The 4 year old fell asleep watching a movie in my lap both nights. He woke the first night several times throughout the night with the last time being 2a.m.! Both kids were up between 5-6:00a.m. both mornings! So my 3.5 hours of sleep average wasn't a great plan, but luckily short-term! I didn't love the fact that the kids wanted blueberry pancakes and after making them at 6:30a.m. and neither wanted to eat them! Oh well. Plan B.
The 4 year old was a serious cuddle bug. I loved being active with the kids. The 4 year old loved helping me do dishes and around the house. The 7 year old had issues with entertaining herself and was often "bored" so she found T to annoy! I was sad to see the kids leave and I think they weren't ready to go - which was fabulous as neither of us wore out our welcome!
Respite definitely works the best for us. We don't have to worry about childcare, can help out other foster families and can enjoy the benefits of children while offering them stability and opportunity too!
Mexico & "The Ring"
As I blogged here about whether or not MS would propose and being convinced that he wouldn't, I did find it somewhat awkward the night before we left that when checking-in online to our flight he inadvertently typed his last name as mine. I brushed it off. Unfortunately, we weren't able to get seats together on our flight from Detroit to Cancun. We booked them anyway and I figured we would talk to the gate agent in the morning before our three hour delay to see if we could switch seats.
We got up at 4:00a.m. and made it to the airport and arrived in Detroit without issue. We walked the terminal to our gate to inquire about changing seats. Surprisingly a second agent (the first told us to come back an hour before our flight) asked us where we were flying to and offered that if we wanted to fly through Atlanta she would put us in first class and we would only arrive 48 minutes later. After convincing MS it was a good idea and he would still be able to get breakfast before boarding our flight to Atlanta we made the change and each received a $400 flight credit to use in the future! BONUS! See, another contribution I made to the trip! ;)
We arrived in Cancun and did exactly what we were advised not to...we talked with the timeshare people and booked a tour. For our $40 good faith deposit we were ensured of a 90 minute presentation at a nearby resort, two bottles of tequila, two tickets for a 6 hour party boat of deep sea fishing and discounts of 2-1 passes for attractions (particularly para sailing). We figured well worth 90 minutes. Of course when we went to have our hotel concierge staff to call our free taxi, they refused and sent a manager to discuss with us the intricate details of our "tour" proclaiming we would be forced to stay for 4-6 hours. He offered that if we toured our resort for 2 hours he would compensate us with two bottles of tequila, $40 deposit refund and $100 to put toward the fishing expedition. After three separate negotiations (him going to speak to a supervisor - or himself) he finally agreed to the tequila, the deposit, free internet/telephone calls for the remainder of our stay, and $250 credit (the cost of the deep sea fishing). Since we had missed the last arrival time for the booked tour, we took the offer of our resort. Fortunately, our sales person was hung over from the previous night's company party and was starving. He asked if we were interested in purchasing, we said "no" and he asked if we minded joining him for breakfast. We did ask to tour the upscale casitas and our sales pitch was over in less than 54 minutes! What a blessing! BONUS!
MS has a thing for turtles. So he purchased a couple memento turtles while we were in Playa del Carmen. In addition, he was excited to participate in a paint-a-pot activity that was near the pool at the resort every day. The day I learned my father had passed (with our free internet access pass), we had plans to paint. It was actually a very good diversion that I didn't have to hold it together too much and was able to focus on painting and not have to be "happy". I wasn't really sure what I wanted to paint, but opted for a plate. With the help of the guy that sells the plates - he puts back in the clear black lines and added some birds and the small bushes in the desert, the plate looked pretty awesome when it was done!
Anyone who knows me, should know that I have a slight issue with motion. Dramamine is my friend. I knew that I would need dramamine before our deep sea fishing adventure. MS however, he loves to fish and boat. Our boat for the fishing expedition had two crew, MS and I and a group of three men. The fumes from the exhaust were pretty awful and fortunately I was doing well dealing with the uneasiness of the boat along with the smell. I even managed to do OK after MS asked for dramamine, reeled in a "bait fish" and managed to hurl over the side before he ever got the dramamine open. He went into the cabin where he laid his head down on the table and remained the rest of the "three hour tour" (oh wait, that was Gilligan's island - but pretty much the same!). I knew that I had no interest in standing to real in a fish, so I just sat on the back of the boat and watched. When the youngest of the men, a son in his late teens/early twenties who also rejected reeling in a fish, leaned over board and lost his marbles, that was too much for me. I, on the other side of the boat, got sick too. Not only did I get sick once, I managed to get sick a second time simultaneously with the father of the young man. Yes, four of the five of us on the boat, were sick. Unfortunately it didn't help the crew and the one healthy passenger - a retired navy person of 27 years - to catch more fish! We headed in a little early as the fish were few and we weren't feeling well. Fortunately MS and I didn't pay $250 for the adventure, so we weren't so bothered by our ill fortune.
On several vacations, I have purchased rings. Granted the last few have been less than $8 each, but a ring that I fancy no less. I had full intention of purchasing a "real" ring of sorts this trip. MS had offered to buy me a ring. I wasn't sure exactly what the offer entailed - cost or intention - so rather than inquire, I pretty much ignored the offer. While we looked around Playa del Carmen, I was looking at rings that were rather expensive. I was considering another ring similar to the ring I purchased in Colorado (which after 18 months a stone fell out during dinner on this vacation. So lucky!), but decided I wanted different "bling". I negotiated a fantastic deal and I bought a beautiful ring. After our trip MS had said he did want to buy me a ring - but seeing that I negotiated a deal for cash, he didn't have that kind of cash on him. MS wasn't a fan of the ring I picked thinking that it is WAY too big, but I LOVE it and that is all that matters (although he has been gazing at it and inspecting it on several occasions!)!
MS and I went on a kayaking tour the morning after Playa. We had originally planned on taking the shuttle to Cancun for the day, but opted not to as we had our boating adventure and Playa del Carmen the night before. Since we had purchased souvenirs - MS his turtles and me my ring - we didn't see a reason to check out Cancun. So we had fun participating in activities at the resort. We started off with the kayaking and I managed well without dramamine; however, MS didn't fare as well. My competitive edge found me near the instructor while MS was way behind the last kayaker. When we reached an area to look for fish, I asked MS if he was OK, which he replied NO. He reported that his hips were cramping and he wasn't able to sit in the kayak comfortably. Fortunately the tour was only an hour and he managed to survive!
The vacation was a great escape. I was saddened to learn of my father's passing, but glad to have MS there to comfort me and a good distraction of Mexico. We enjoyed fabulous dining experiences at the restaurants at the resort. My favorite was de Italia. While the resort, El Dorado Royale is voted one of the number one honeymoon resorts in the world, I think I enjoyed Iberostar more as we weren't on a honeymoon. I never received the same drink twice, despite ordering the same. The nightly entertainment was also definitely lacking, but MS and I had a great time and a wonderful vacation. I am definitely looking forward to more vacations and memories with MS.
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