A few complications, a few setbacks. But my family has stepped up yet again and I've got quite the team. I'm so blessed. Be back later in the week.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
What's Normal?
My baby, you know the 6 year old, snuggled up next to me on the couch tonight and told me...
"Momma, I can't wait till your normal again. I miss you"
I second that baby, I'm ready too.
"Momma, I can't wait till your normal again. I miss you"
I second that baby, I'm ready too.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Why oh why?
Am I still in utah for another winter........but better to enjoy this fresh, season opener snowstorm. Gotta get my snowblower plugged in..........
Monday, October 26, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Blogging my hysterectomy...Part 2
Recovery was interesting, apparently I was in there for awhile....I have no clue. But I do know this: I embrace sleep. So it is no surprise that the few times I've been under, it takes awhile to get me out, cause I like me some sleep.
The really old old almost dead but sweet lady (another volunteer apparently, man, Utah has the corner on volunteers at the hospital) was in my face and her breath smelled like apples, considering how happy she was I'm pretty sure she was sneaking apple martini's when noone was looking. She kept calling my name.........until I'm pretty sure she gave up and went to have another martini as I went back under.
They must have tired of this and said f- this, let's take her to her room, cause the next time I opened my eyes it was to Dave face, my favorite sight, weaving in and out of focus but then nothing. Not sure how many times I did this or how long, but finally I woke up and my mom was sitting across from me. This time I sorta stayed up enough to ask how it went and where was Dave.
Poor guy had to run a million errands for me before winter hits so he was out tagging my 4 wheel drive jeep for the winter cause apparently it took me forever to wake up. Mom did say he was worried about not being there when I woke up, cause he promised he would but I do remember him being there so I'm totally cool. Actually better than cool, cause he busted his butt to make sure I had everything I could possibly need for the recoup period, including 4 wheel drive.
So the rest of Day 1 was a complete blur. I remember lots of shots, lots of water and a little smuggled Dr. Pepper, lots of everything but no pain, I was floating off in la-la land peeps. It was heaven. I love me some drugs, because I have a very low tolerance for pain and for once somebody listened. Having Dave around helps cause he looks mean and tough and frankly I like that about him.
Towards evening, they brought dinner and my entire universe shifted focus. Food became very important, apparently I was severely dehydrated after my surgery but didn't require a transfusion like we'd thought I might. So that cup of broth was the most important thing, so important that I didn't wait for mom to test it, I grabbed the cup and promptly burned the utter shit out of my tongue........then ate like 4 containers of jello to make up for it.
There really is nothing like being high as a kite and getting everything you want. Seriously I had to merely utter to Dave four hours later that I'd like jello and he involved the nurse in the hunt for jello, cause by god, she needed it right then. And I ate enough jello to sustain me for weeks.
My very good very amazing friend from work came by (either she did, or a spirit who has the same exact haircut and eyeglasses did) and we chatted, I think........not too clear on that. Then my girls came in, during which they got to come over and hug mommy and I tried very hard to look "normal" during their 5 minutes in the room, Dave had brought them in with him to see that I was ok and mom took them home for the night. They had this awesome tag team action that went smoothly, I was very impressed. And very high.
The night was broke up into segments of awakeness where I remember having Dave help me turn slightly or reach my drink and I'm pretty sure at one point, I woke him up to ask him to open the blinds cause I couldn't see (duh, it's dark at 2 am). It was also marked by morphine shots every 4 hours. Left hip, right hip, left hip, right hip. These peeps were very concerned that nobody hurt on their shift.
Finally Tuesday morning broke and with it, I kinda came back to consciousness. The drug trip was fun but I was really ready to get normal. So I waved off the shots and started the pill therapy. Realized I had a cathater which freaked me out, but then when that was gone the trip to the bathroom, where you stand up for the first time?
HELL ON EARTH
I swear everything shifted in my stomach and I completely started freaking out, except the nurse holding me keep sushing me, cause Dave was finally sleeping in the chair across the room. Apparently she thought he looked as cute alseep as I did, but damn lady..........so I had to have my semi-mental-lose-my-shit-breakdown in quiet little raspy gasps........fun times.
But once that was over, I got used to getting in and out of bed. My mom showed up with flowers that were at the front desk for me. I never get flowers..........ever.......unless somebody has f-ed up something horrible........so that was a treat. My work is very thoughtful!
Before I know it, food comes. And it's everything that I can't have. Toast,eggs, milk. Why did I waste 10 minutes filling out those damn forms before hand? So interest of eating, we left.
Yeah, apparently I'd passed all the tests and they kicked my arse out. (Seriously they were worried about N1H1 contamination, so I was okay with leaving without taking home some swine)
So that begins my recoup-ing here at home.........
The really old old almost dead but sweet lady (another volunteer apparently, man, Utah has the corner on volunteers at the hospital) was in my face and her breath smelled like apples, considering how happy she was I'm pretty sure she was sneaking apple martini's when noone was looking. She kept calling my name.........until I'm pretty sure she gave up and went to have another martini as I went back under.
They must have tired of this and said f- this, let's take her to her room, cause the next time I opened my eyes it was to Dave face, my favorite sight, weaving in and out of focus but then nothing. Not sure how many times I did this or how long, but finally I woke up and my mom was sitting across from me. This time I sorta stayed up enough to ask how it went and where was Dave.
Poor guy had to run a million errands for me before winter hits so he was out tagging my 4 wheel drive jeep for the winter cause apparently it took me forever to wake up. Mom did say he was worried about not being there when I woke up, cause he promised he would but I do remember him being there so I'm totally cool. Actually better than cool, cause he busted his butt to make sure I had everything I could possibly need for the recoup period, including 4 wheel drive.
So the rest of Day 1 was a complete blur. I remember lots of shots, lots of water and a little smuggled Dr. Pepper, lots of everything but no pain, I was floating off in la-la land peeps. It was heaven. I love me some drugs, because I have a very low tolerance for pain and for once somebody listened. Having Dave around helps cause he looks mean and tough and frankly I like that about him.
Towards evening, they brought dinner and my entire universe shifted focus. Food became very important, apparently I was severely dehydrated after my surgery but didn't require a transfusion like we'd thought I might. So that cup of broth was the most important thing, so important that I didn't wait for mom to test it, I grabbed the cup and promptly burned the utter shit out of my tongue........then ate like 4 containers of jello to make up for it.
There really is nothing like being high as a kite and getting everything you want. Seriously I had to merely utter to Dave four hours later that I'd like jello and he involved the nurse in the hunt for jello, cause by god, she needed it right then. And I ate enough jello to sustain me for weeks.
My very good very amazing friend from work came by (either she did, or a spirit who has the same exact haircut and eyeglasses did) and we chatted, I think........not too clear on that. Then my girls came in, during which they got to come over and hug mommy and I tried very hard to look "normal" during their 5 minutes in the room, Dave had brought them in with him to see that I was ok and mom took them home for the night. They had this awesome tag team action that went smoothly, I was very impressed. And very high.
The night was broke up into segments of awakeness where I remember having Dave help me turn slightly or reach my drink and I'm pretty sure at one point, I woke him up to ask him to open the blinds cause I couldn't see (duh, it's dark at 2 am). It was also marked by morphine shots every 4 hours. Left hip, right hip, left hip, right hip. These peeps were very concerned that nobody hurt on their shift.
Finally Tuesday morning broke and with it, I kinda came back to consciousness. The drug trip was fun but I was really ready to get normal. So I waved off the shots and started the pill therapy. Realized I had a cathater which freaked me out, but then when that was gone the trip to the bathroom, where you stand up for the first time?
HELL ON EARTH
I swear everything shifted in my stomach and I completely started freaking out, except the nurse holding me keep sushing me, cause Dave was finally sleeping in the chair across the room. Apparently she thought he looked as cute alseep as I did, but damn lady..........so I had to have my semi-mental-lose-my-shit-breakdown in quiet little raspy gasps........fun times.
But once that was over, I got used to getting in and out of bed. My mom showed up with flowers that were at the front desk for me. I never get flowers..........ever.......unless somebody has f-ed up something horrible........so that was a treat. My work is very thoughtful!
Before I know it, food comes. And it's everything that I can't have. Toast,eggs, milk. Why did I waste 10 minutes filling out those damn forms before hand? So interest of eating, we left.
Yeah, apparently I'd passed all the tests and they kicked my arse out. (Seriously they were worried about N1H1 contamination, so I was okay with leaving without taking home some swine)
So that begins my recoup-ing here at home.........
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Blogging my hysterectomy...
So I decided that blogging my hysterectomy might be fun.......cause fun is something I'm running really short on. So I'll back up and run you through.
Day 1 began Monday: bright and early. We got the kiddo's to school and then Dave and I headed downtown to the hospital. Traffic was light so we had time to kill......thus when my daddy called from his hunting camp to check on me, I was at the bookstore, he was not amused.
Other than childbirth and a corrective leg surgery when I was 12 (hello, that is why I'm the shortest peep in the family basket) so I wasn't too sure what to expect when I got to the hospital. And for once I got really really quiet. It's not a good sign when I get quiet.
But on the surgery floor, I had a lovely volunteer named Bob who took me to a room, explained all the equipment in the room such as the tv and the way the bed operates and then left me with a bag for my clothes. He also left me with my very tense and quiet husband and my equally tense but talkative mommy (we all handle tension differently don't we?). You can imagine my surprise when my hospital bathroom looked every bit the airline bathroom, but then I got my gown on and discovered that hospital gowns have come a long way, mine had a hookup that looked like you could plug a car battery into it. Except you can hook up a heater or an a/c vent into the gown. Sweet. Except, they didn't hook me up.
Instead they came in and hooked me up with lots and lots of pokes. So I got more blood drawn. By a sweet little CMA in a patterned scrub. She made the point of telling us that she was trying to branch out her wardrobe with some patterns. Then she left and the minion of satan showed up. Turns out I had to have a shot to thin my blood for the surgery. So that evil bitchmonger of a nurse gave it to me in my stomach. That hurt like the seventh circle of hell! Poor Dave was clenching and unclenching his fist, I was really hoping he would punch her upside her head. No such luck though. But then they came to wheel me away.
So my little parade went up the elevator and once at the lobby, we left mom and Dave in the waiting room and they took me into pre-op. I got my own semi-private cubie where I got my IV and then met with my new best friend, my drug doctor. After going through that, they put my very very sexy compression boots on and since we were running late and my doc was waiting on me in the operating room, rushed me through the hallway.
The operating room wasn't as sci-fi as I thought it would be. A little disappointing........ but I tried not to focus on the stuff littering that room, scary!!!! But once they put me on the operating table, they started securing my arms down, I got a little scared. Then boom, nothing.
Sneaky little drug man caught me when I wasn't paying attention and zapped me.
Next thing I know, this really really old lady was in my face calling my name........even sleeping beauty had to wake up sometime....
Next up: Recovery
Day 1 began Monday: bright and early. We got the kiddo's to school and then Dave and I headed downtown to the hospital. Traffic was light so we had time to kill......thus when my daddy called from his hunting camp to check on me, I was at the bookstore, he was not amused.
Other than childbirth and a corrective leg surgery when I was 12 (hello, that is why I'm the shortest peep in the family basket) so I wasn't too sure what to expect when I got to the hospital. And for once I got really really quiet. It's not a good sign when I get quiet.
But on the surgery floor, I had a lovely volunteer named Bob who took me to a room, explained all the equipment in the room such as the tv and the way the bed operates and then left me with a bag for my clothes. He also left me with my very tense and quiet husband and my equally tense but talkative mommy (we all handle tension differently don't we?). You can imagine my surprise when my hospital bathroom looked every bit the airline bathroom, but then I got my gown on and discovered that hospital gowns have come a long way, mine had a hookup that looked like you could plug a car battery into it. Except you can hook up a heater or an a/c vent into the gown. Sweet. Except, they didn't hook me up.
Instead they came in and hooked me up with lots and lots of pokes. So I got more blood drawn. By a sweet little CMA in a patterned scrub. She made the point of telling us that she was trying to branch out her wardrobe with some patterns. Then she left and the minion of satan showed up. Turns out I had to have a shot to thin my blood for the surgery. So that evil bitchmonger of a nurse gave it to me in my stomach. That hurt like the seventh circle of hell! Poor Dave was clenching and unclenching his fist, I was really hoping he would punch her upside her head. No such luck though. But then they came to wheel me away.
So my little parade went up the elevator and once at the lobby, we left mom and Dave in the waiting room and they took me into pre-op. I got my own semi-private cubie where I got my IV and then met with my new best friend, my drug doctor. After going through that, they put my very very sexy compression boots on and since we were running late and my doc was waiting on me in the operating room, rushed me through the hallway.
The operating room wasn't as sci-fi as I thought it would be. A little disappointing........ but I tried not to focus on the stuff littering that room, scary!!!! But once they put me on the operating table, they started securing my arms down, I got a little scared. Then boom, nothing.
Sneaky little drug man caught me when I wasn't paying attention and zapped me.
Next thing I know, this really really old lady was in my face calling my name........even sleeping beauty had to wake up sometime....
Next up: Recovery
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Spilling my guts......
Where to start? Life is complicated. And the Lord is good. Things are interesting....but I can say this......Flashforward is a show I'm not interested in seeing. Cause if you'd have told me I'd be here six months ago, I'd have run screaming for the hills (carrying my shoe collection, natch).
For months I've moaned loudly about being stuck in Utah. Oh how very little did I know. We made the decision to begin the process of a family move. We put the house on the market, we prepped the family and the kids. Dave has been looking for rental houses in his area. We thought we were on the road.
However, we also made the decision to put the whole she-bang in the Lord's hands and walk on faith. First and foremost because stress does not do my body good. The worst thing for my stomach problem is stress. So putting it on his plate, began to take the pressure off mine.
Except last week I realized quickly that we can't plan for everything. Really you can't. And I had an ah-ha moment and then hit my knees.
Let me back up, beginning in April I started having some bothersome health issues that I started haunting my doc with. Then in early August, I took a softball to the stomach. It was a beautiful pitch if I do say so myself, and he hit a beautiful line drive, straight into my stomach. Days later, I went to the doc for pain and swelling. And they sent me straight for a CAT scan. Which came back as clear for internal injury but included a growth of some sort on an ovary (if you're male, go throw up now and come back tomorrow).
My doctor promptly washed his hands and sent me to a specialist. Who sent me for another CAT and ultrasound. Fun times peeps, fun times. But she gave me a list of possible outcomes depending upon test results. Which I processed a little, tiny bit and moved on.
Last Wednesday I met with my doctor and before leaving her office, we scheduled my hysterectomy. For this coming Monday.
I'm 32 years old so I was in a bit of denial, but as Dave says.......I have my kids, we weren't having more.......I won't miss those girlie parts. So after having a parking lot anxiety attack, I put my big girl panties on and reminded myself that I was being proactive, I was being a grown up and I made the choice to do this right, not draw it out.
That being said, I went about notifying my family. It took my mother less than 20 minutes to file for a leave of absence from her job to move in with me to take care of me. She is my hero. I strive to be the mother that she is. With that one stroke, she removed 75% of my concerns. My kids and I would be taken care of since Dave has to work, in another state. Dave is taking enough leave to see me through my surgery and leave me in my mother's capable hands. Blessing are raining upon me. I deserve none of them, so.... thank you Jesus!!!!!!
Work immediately became my other large stress factor. We are a small company therefore I immediately began to stress over not having pay and losing my job. It was groundless. Less than an hour after I told my boss, I had company support. I won't discuss that support here because I refuse to disclose info about my company, as they have completely and totally earned my loyalty....forever. All I can say is ......... I am blessed.
So next Monday, on the 19th, if you get a minute, say a little prayer with my name on it for me. But know that I'm blessed beyond my comprehension and the Lord knew better than I what I would need. Everything has fallen into place so much better than I could ever plan it.
Walking on faith.......... the only solution for the stressed, worried and well....... me.
We'll return to our regular programming shortly.
You just won't believe some of the stuff that comes up around here.......
Hugs and kisses,
Hope4Grace
For months I've moaned loudly about being stuck in Utah. Oh how very little did I know. We made the decision to begin the process of a family move. We put the house on the market, we prepped the family and the kids. Dave has been looking for rental houses in his area. We thought we were on the road.
However, we also made the decision to put the whole she-bang in the Lord's hands and walk on faith. First and foremost because stress does not do my body good. The worst thing for my stomach problem is stress. So putting it on his plate, began to take the pressure off mine.
Except last week I realized quickly that we can't plan for everything. Really you can't. And I had an ah-ha moment and then hit my knees.
Let me back up, beginning in April I started having some bothersome health issues that I started haunting my doc with. Then in early August, I took a softball to the stomach. It was a beautiful pitch if I do say so myself, and he hit a beautiful line drive, straight into my stomach. Days later, I went to the doc for pain and swelling. And they sent me straight for a CAT scan. Which came back as clear for internal injury but included a growth of some sort on an ovary (if you're male, go throw up now and come back tomorrow).
My doctor promptly washed his hands and sent me to a specialist. Who sent me for another CAT and ultrasound. Fun times peeps, fun times. But she gave me a list of possible outcomes depending upon test results. Which I processed a little, tiny bit and moved on.
Last Wednesday I met with my doctor and before leaving her office, we scheduled my hysterectomy. For this coming Monday.
I'm 32 years old so I was in a bit of denial, but as Dave says.......I have my kids, we weren't having more.......I won't miss those girlie parts. So after having a parking lot anxiety attack, I put my big girl panties on and reminded myself that I was being proactive, I was being a grown up and I made the choice to do this right, not draw it out.
That being said, I went about notifying my family. It took my mother less than 20 minutes to file for a leave of absence from her job to move in with me to take care of me. She is my hero. I strive to be the mother that she is. With that one stroke, she removed 75% of my concerns. My kids and I would be taken care of since Dave has to work, in another state. Dave is taking enough leave to see me through my surgery and leave me in my mother's capable hands. Blessing are raining upon me. I deserve none of them, so.... thank you Jesus!!!!!!
Work immediately became my other large stress factor. We are a small company therefore I immediately began to stress over not having pay and losing my job. It was groundless. Less than an hour after I told my boss, I had company support. I won't discuss that support here because I refuse to disclose info about my company, as they have completely and totally earned my loyalty....forever. All I can say is ......... I am blessed.
So next Monday, on the 19th, if you get a minute, say a little prayer with my name on it for me. But know that I'm blessed beyond my comprehension and the Lord knew better than I what I would need. Everything has fallen into place so much better than I could ever plan it.
Walking on faith.......... the only solution for the stressed, worried and well....... me.
We'll return to our regular programming shortly.
You just won't believe some of the stuff that comes up around here.......
Hugs and kisses,
Hope4Grace
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Really? Seriously?
Is this really what we as a nation have come to stand for?
Please take a moment of your day to read this article.
As a military family (no longer active duty) I must say this sickened me this morning. For a country that was built upon God (in God we trust, ring a bell?) this is what we have allowed. We have allowed politicians to go this far. It's bad enough that prayer and Jesus are no longer allowed in schools (although the LDS prophet is allowed in my kids' school) but are we as a nation determined to erase him from our very sight? I have seen this cross in person and let me tell you, it's a beautiful sight on the horizon. A beautiful tribute to the service of our military hereos present and past. Please remember this today.........please......
America is at the mall, on the phone and texting.....but our military is at war. Stand behind them or get your ass in front of them on the lines.
Have a blessed day.
Frustrated but honored to be an American,
Hope4Grace
Please take a moment of your day to read this article.As a military family (no longer active duty) I must say this sickened me this morning. For a country that was built upon God (in God we trust, ring a bell?) this is what we have allowed. We have allowed politicians to go this far. It's bad enough that prayer and Jesus are no longer allowed in schools (although the LDS prophet is allowed in my kids' school) but are we as a nation determined to erase him from our very sight? I have seen this cross in person and let me tell you, it's a beautiful sight on the horizon. A beautiful tribute to the service of our military hereos present and past. Please remember this today.........please......
America is at the mall, on the phone and texting.....but our military is at war. Stand behind them or get your ass in front of them on the lines.
Have a blessed day.
Frustrated but honored to be an American,
Hope4Grace
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Dear Stalker:
to clear up a few things.......
- yes, I had a dream about a guy in a wet shirt........you would read that post huh?
- yes, I've been moody, grumpy, and short tempered
- yes, it's been 5 weeks since I had a hug
- yes, it's nice to see your face too
- yes, I've booked your flights home this weekend
- and yes, I've missed you
- yes, I had a dream about a guy in a wet shirt........you would read that post huh?
- yes, I've been moody, grumpy, and short tempered
- yes, it's been 5 weeks since I had a hug
- yes, it's nice to see your face too
- yes, I've booked your flights home this weekend
- and yes, I've missed you
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Today's Offering
today's song that won't stop prancing it's way through my skull....
Finally got enough sleep it seems. Feel normal for first time in weeks, except now don't want to eat as to ruin the bliss.....sigh....
Finally got enough sleep it seems. Feel normal for first time in weeks, except now don't want to eat as to ruin the bliss.....sigh....
Friday, October 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Oh boy
I seem to be having interesting dreams lately. Maybe it's my completely stressed out mind, maybe it's my Austen kick....but last night I'm pretty sure I woke up trying to talk Mr. Darcy out of his wet shirt. Strangely (or perhaps luckily for me) he sure favored Dave alot.
Which reminds me, totally have to break out the movie tonight to watch while I do homework. Back, back back to school again..........
Which reminds me, totally have to break out the movie tonight to watch while I do homework. Back, back back to school again..........
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Still kicking
and screaming and fighting.....sigh. Life continues on as we continue to reside in Utah. We have taken great strides in our efforts to unite our family. We've put a sign in the yard, now we are walking on faith that the Lord will guide our path. Until this house is taken care of in some manner we are unable to do anything in the manner of permanent plans.
To be honest there are drawbacks of leaving Utah (gawd can't believe that I actually wrote that sentence!), I have a great job that I enjoy alot. Read that right, I enjoy the actual job alot. That is not saying anything otherwise. However, I've been very blessed with a great job history of challenging and well paying jobs so I have to have faith that I can work anywhere. I am also leaving my mom and beloved photo-elusive-step-dad. However, I have already started dropping the invites......cause I'm a naughty daughter like that. I can't imagine my life without them fully involved though. I've made several friends that will be painful to leave but that being said I've left friends before and the true test of friendship is the efforts made to continue long distance. You see my very bestest friend in the entire world has lived far from me for a long time. Yet will call me each day if she hasn't heard from me by noon demanding to know what is wrong and where am I. The truest test of friendship.
So those factors aside, I'm most anxious to move back to my home region. Dave is there, which is certainly the main and biggest draw although I must admit that just being in the area where I was born and raised (close enough but far enough for comfort ;) is a factor. I want my kids raised in the simpler way of life. Seriously tired of the rat race attitude.
So here we are, as life continues. We have worked to continue life as normal. Work is going well, busy. The kids are surely busy in school. I swear the sheer amount of homework is staggering. Sadly, the photo-elusive-step-dad is hunting camp bound for the season soon so the kiddos are enrolled in an after school daycare now. Hopefully we'll fall into a new schedule getting family life back to normal. It'll definately be interesting. My only words are pray for me........please.
My medical stuff is gearing up with me finally meeting with the right doctor on the 7th to go over my options. Nervous is not quite the right word. We'll see what happens then.
So I'm off to clean up my house, hopefully we'll have more showings this week. Three last week, not bad seeing as it's only been a week since we put the sign in the yard. Pray for us peeps. Then we're gluten free baking for the week. Cause yum yum yum, I'm gonna need me an apple pie to get through this week.
To be honest there are drawbacks of leaving Utah (gawd can't believe that I actually wrote that sentence!), I have a great job that I enjoy alot. Read that right, I enjoy the actual job alot. That is not saying anything otherwise. However, I've been very blessed with a great job history of challenging and well paying jobs so I have to have faith that I can work anywhere. I am also leaving my mom and beloved photo-elusive-step-dad. However, I have already started dropping the invites......cause I'm a naughty daughter like that. I can't imagine my life without them fully involved though. I've made several friends that will be painful to leave but that being said I've left friends before and the true test of friendship is the efforts made to continue long distance. You see my very bestest friend in the entire world has lived far from me for a long time. Yet will call me each day if she hasn't heard from me by noon demanding to know what is wrong and where am I. The truest test of friendship.
So those factors aside, I'm most anxious to move back to my home region. Dave is there, which is certainly the main and biggest draw although I must admit that just being in the area where I was born and raised (close enough but far enough for comfort ;) is a factor. I want my kids raised in the simpler way of life. Seriously tired of the rat race attitude.
So here we are, as life continues. We have worked to continue life as normal. Work is going well, busy. The kids are surely busy in school. I swear the sheer amount of homework is staggering. Sadly, the photo-elusive-step-dad is hunting camp bound for the season soon so the kiddos are enrolled in an after school daycare now. Hopefully we'll fall into a new schedule getting family life back to normal. It'll definately be interesting. My only words are pray for me........please.
My medical stuff is gearing up with me finally meeting with the right doctor on the 7th to go over my options. Nervous is not quite the right word. We'll see what happens then.
So I'm off to clean up my house, hopefully we'll have more showings this week. Three last week, not bad seeing as it's only been a week since we put the sign in the yard. Pray for us peeps. Then we're gluten free baking for the week. Cause yum yum yum, I'm gonna need me an apple pie to get through this week.
Monday, September 21, 2009
One of these things....
I like signs.............really cool signs.....so I collect them........but one of these is my favorite right now....can you guess?
Friday, September 18, 2009
Busy little bugs.....
It's been insanely busy in the weeks since I've been back from Houston. However, I wanted to hit the highlights...quick like.
Duchess' request for a "fur" from Texas was amusing, until we realized she was serious. Luckily Dave found the perfect thing at a local sporting/hunting store in Houston. So when she opened her coyote pelt, she was super excited.....and super cute. How awesome is technology, via webcam he is able to spend time with them everyday....love it.
My last breakfast in Texas with him...one of the rare shots of Hope4Grace you'll see. I'm usually behind the camera.
My girls when I dropped them off for school the first day. I must say they have gotten so big. I feel very very old...
Dave came to visit and promptly took us all to eat.......oh ym BBQ! Duchess likes her some ribs y'all
A great shot of Dave and Princess. I can't tell you how very much I miss seeing them together like this, they are usually attached at the hip....
Duchess' request for a "fur" from Texas was amusing, until we realized she was serious. Luckily Dave found the perfect thing at a local sporting/hunting store in Houston. So when she opened her coyote pelt, she was super excited.....and super cute. How awesome is technology, via webcam he is able to spend time with them everyday....love it.My last breakfast in Texas with him...one of the rare shots of Hope4Grace you'll see. I'm usually behind the camera.
My girls when I dropped them off for school the first day. I must say they have gotten so big. I feel very very old...
Dave came to visit and promptly took us all to eat.......oh ym BBQ! Duchess likes her some ribs y'all
A great shot of Dave and Princess. I can't tell you how very much I miss seeing them together like this, they are usually attached at the hip....It's hard being apart but we're working on it. Prayer helps.
Honestly, it was easier to send him off to deployment with the Navy. Six months of little contact and no visits actually allows you to get into a schedule and rythem that doesn't include them even though they are there in thoughts. This is tougher cause we know what we're missing. The week after he visits is hard on us all, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Think I'm gonna have to move to Texas peeps.
Just saying
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Omgawd....
I actually agreed with Obama today, Kenya was a jackass....... gasp!
That will probably be the last time, sigh....
That will probably be the last time, sigh....
Life Rolls On
It always amazes me how fast life changes........
I love this pics, cira 2004-ish........my babies were babies.......my hair was naturally dark, we were young....
But I'm liking this pic from last weekend too.........life rolls on and it's not so bad........
I love this pics, cira 2004-ish........my babies were babies.......my hair was naturally dark, we were young....
But I'm liking this pic from last weekend too.........life rolls on and it's not so bad........The babies are growing so very fast, we are older, my gray has necessitated the use of streaks, but we're still a family that loves each other and lives by the Lords' word......
How quickly time does fly......
Monday, September 14, 2009
Hallo!
Obviously I've been back from my mini-vacay to Houston. However, I have been silenced as I know that some people who read my blog make it impossible for me to really share lately. I hope this changes in the near future, fear not, I'll be back soon, with amusing unfortunately true stories of my life, pics of the fam and kids and our life.
Hang in there with me........
Hang in there with me........
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Way down South...
Well I'm writing to you from the dining room of an RV parked smack in the middle of Eastern Texas. An opportunity presented itself so I made hay and flew in last night at midnight, found my sleepy husband in the airport and we drove two plus hours to get to home-sweet-RV. I'm having the time of my life.
First off, I must say, his schedule and lifestyle are much more bleck than I had it pictured in my head. Gonna give that poor bastard a backrub tonight, cause momma is feeling bad for him. But I'm working to sweeten his life up anyway I can. (Although I must say, his job and RV are such a blessing as well as his brother, it's so awesome and rare that they get time together as adults. I hope the girls can have that kind of relationship when they are grown. The two of them crack me up, boys will be boys)
So after 3 hours of sleep, I got up and took him into work so I could keep his jeep. Man oh man, I'm not a fan of buttcrack dawn but okay....I'm game. So I scrubbed the sleepy out of my eyes, wrote down directions as he drove and waved goodbye to him.
Then promptly got lost.
This wouldn't have been so bad, if I hadn't been in my Disney pjs. The "Grumpy" disney pjs that are like three sizes too big. No makeup, check. No bra, check. My only redeeming feature, I had shoes on. And the nice lady at the Texaco, turned me around and got me back on track, and with a Big Gulp Dr. Pepper too. Yes!
Sadly there was no going back to sleep, so I gathered his laundry and took a shower. Thus promptly clogging his shower drain, but since I don't speak RV, I got the RV owner of place we park, hooking me up. Adding a Y thingy so we can drain all sewers at the same time......duh? Am I the only one who thinks that is a no brainer. And since it's sewer and old guys love me, guess who ain't touching it......
Yep, got it, me.........I'm "helping", pictures to come. Brace yourself.
Then I made a list and hit Walmart cause my man has nothing. New trailer, yes....but no excuse for me treating him like this. He now has the following:
hangers
dryer sheets
crock pot (with a yummy dinner already cooking)
pots and pans
a oven baking dish
a microwave baking dish (for the best baked potatoes on earth)
oven mitts
a cutting board
spoons, forks (damn forgot a knife)
Tupperware for lunches
measuring cup
cooking utensils
Groceries - the guy has apparently been eating the same damn breakfast, lunch and dinner for a week, I love this man.......
an airfreshner
pillows (last night he tried to give me his pillow, sad)
All of this was accomplished by a very generous envelope from my mother and my debit card. The funny part, the grand total was split right down the middle.......
Mom, I can't count the ways I love you. He's going to be so surprised!!!
Next up is scrubbing his shower and doing some laundry....but since I'm running on three hours sleep, think I'm gonna take a little nappy first.
Pictures to come peeps, cause I'm a fool for trees and fresh air and people and tractors and grain silos and train tracks and well you get the picture.......
Hope4Grace reporting from Texas: where I'm trying to bring a little home to my guy
First off, I must say, his schedule and lifestyle are much more bleck than I had it pictured in my head. Gonna give that poor bastard a backrub tonight, cause momma is feeling bad for him. But I'm working to sweeten his life up anyway I can. (Although I must say, his job and RV are such a blessing as well as his brother, it's so awesome and rare that they get time together as adults. I hope the girls can have that kind of relationship when they are grown. The two of them crack me up, boys will be boys)
So after 3 hours of sleep, I got up and took him into work so I could keep his jeep. Man oh man, I'm not a fan of buttcrack dawn but okay....I'm game. So I scrubbed the sleepy out of my eyes, wrote down directions as he drove and waved goodbye to him.
Then promptly got lost.
This wouldn't have been so bad, if I hadn't been in my Disney pjs. The "Grumpy" disney pjs that are like three sizes too big. No makeup, check. No bra, check. My only redeeming feature, I had shoes on. And the nice lady at the Texaco, turned me around and got me back on track, and with a Big Gulp Dr. Pepper too. Yes!
Sadly there was no going back to sleep, so I gathered his laundry and took a shower. Thus promptly clogging his shower drain, but since I don't speak RV, I got the RV owner of place we park, hooking me up. Adding a Y thingy so we can drain all sewers at the same time......duh? Am I the only one who thinks that is a no brainer. And since it's sewer and old guys love me, guess who ain't touching it......
Yep, got it, me.........I'm "helping", pictures to come. Brace yourself.
Then I made a list and hit Walmart cause my man has nothing. New trailer, yes....but no excuse for me treating him like this. He now has the following:
hangers
dryer sheets
crock pot (with a yummy dinner already cooking)
pots and pans
a oven baking dish
a microwave baking dish (for the best baked potatoes on earth)
oven mitts
a cutting board
spoons, forks (damn forgot a knife)
Tupperware for lunches
measuring cup
cooking utensils
Groceries - the guy has apparently been eating the same damn breakfast, lunch and dinner for a week, I love this man.......
an airfreshner
pillows (last night he tried to give me his pillow, sad)
All of this was accomplished by a very generous envelope from my mother and my debit card. The funny part, the grand total was split right down the middle.......
Mom, I can't count the ways I love you. He's going to be so surprised!!!
Next up is scrubbing his shower and doing some laundry....but since I'm running on three hours sleep, think I'm gonna take a little nappy first.
Pictures to come peeps, cause I'm a fool for trees and fresh air and people and tractors and grain silos and train tracks and well you get the picture.......
Hope4Grace reporting from Texas: where I'm trying to bring a little home to my guy
Friday, August 21, 2009
Possibilities....
This past week we finally did it, we got Dave his very own place to live. Since he's in the oil field business and travels for his job, well we got the very best permanent solution we could think of, an RV.
The past six months have found him working in the deep south on assignment. And sharing an RV with his brother and uncle on the same job site........nepotism anyone? But Dave is a big guy and sleeping quarters were very small. So we've been working it upgrade him some. Plus it'll give me and the kids a place to stay when/if we can visit.
So he went shopping. And the Lord blessed us oh yeah he did. We were able to get him his own 33 ft RV paid in cash peeps. This is a big deal for us, we're trying to be cash people but trying is the word in this economy. But with the Lord's help, we did it!
Our new second home, a big arse travel trailer..........cause we're official rednecks now. I'm getting a bumper sticker that says that too, real soon.
So we've gotten it parked, it was baptised by a tornado in the area the first full day he moved in so I'm pretty sure we're good to go. So besides being able to talk more, last night we pulled the trigger.....
We set up skype. Our goal is for the kids to have at least 30 minutes a night of Daddy face time. But it was hysterical trying to get it all set up. Next time I need to do my hair and put on makeup geez......
But it's nice to see that we're both making an effort to keep our family running smooth, even with 5 states between us.......
The past six months have found him working in the deep south on assignment. And sharing an RV with his brother and uncle on the same job site........nepotism anyone? But Dave is a big guy and sleeping quarters were very small. So we've been working it upgrade him some. Plus it'll give me and the kids a place to stay when/if we can visit.
So he went shopping. And the Lord blessed us oh yeah he did. We were able to get him his own 33 ft RV paid in cash peeps. This is a big deal for us, we're trying to be cash people but trying is the word in this economy. But with the Lord's help, we did it!
Our new second home, a big arse travel trailer..........cause we're official rednecks now. I'm getting a bumper sticker that says that too, real soon.
So we've gotten it parked, it was baptised by a tornado in the area the first full day he moved in so I'm pretty sure we're good to go. So besides being able to talk more, last night we pulled the trigger.....We set up skype. Our goal is for the kids to have at least 30 minutes a night of Daddy face time. But it was hysterical trying to get it all set up. Next time I need to do my hair and put on makeup geez......
But it's nice to see that we're both making an effort to keep our family running smooth, even with 5 states between us.......
Monday, August 17, 2009
Oh My Duchess
Just yesterday you were tiny, 7 lbs and 7 oz with a full headfull of jet black hair and rosy fat cheeks......And now, you steal my breath away.
And you're 6.5 years old starting First Grade this week.
You know a secret kid, mommy doesn't spend one second worrying about you finding your way. You are the kid that makes her own way, other people be damned.
Rock on kiddo
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Your Guess?
My day had all the following:
-hysterical kids
-Elvis memorial celebration on my porch
-splinters
-cleaning the garage
-working on purchasing an RV for Dave
-horseshoes
-wood removal
-grounded kids
-a gun
-a hacket
-a shovel
-a black 30 gallon trash bag
-a body
Wanta guess what we did today?
-hysterical kids
-Elvis memorial celebration on my porch
-splinters
-cleaning the garage
-working on purchasing an RV for Dave
-horseshoes
-wood removal
-grounded kids
-a gun
-a hacket
-a shovel
-a black 30 gallon trash bag
-a body
Wanta guess what we did today?
Saturday, August 15, 2009
My How They Grow:
I'll be sprinkling the blog with recent pics I took of the kids.......it just flabbers my ghast how they have grown so big so fast........ and their personalities are just over the top, like their momma and daddy!
So even though they drive me crazy, they are mine and I'm so very very blessed.
So even though they drive me crazy, they are mine and I'm so very very blessed.
Sigh!
I miss lovey-dovey stuff. You don't get those little things everyday when you live in separate states. That sucks. Little pats, hugs, kisses on your hair, nuzzles, new shoes (oh wait, got those today myself).
And watching Titanic on tv while cooking dinner and sobbing into the coleslaw as I stir is just pitiful.
Sigh.
And watching Titanic on tv while cooking dinner and sobbing into the coleslaw as I stir is just pitiful.
Sigh.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Kickin'
The girl has gone back to karate. After taking the summer of for various reasons, she is back in the gei (is that how you spell it?). And she's intense, loud and adorable. I just love watching her practice in my backyard, while sitting on my arse on the porch.....drinking iced tea with my feet up.
And I remind her to grunt and yell at the end, cause I'm all about loud!
But man oh man, I just love watching her go. Next month she has her yearly karate tourney and is signed up for her forms. Let's see how she does peeps.......last year was fun and educational but it'd be cool for her to gain some extra confidence in her karate this year.Fun times!
And cheers from my porch!
