Saturday, June 28, 2008
Macy's Birthday. She's already 3!!!!
I am going to be having a birthday party for Macy. Her birthday is next weekend on July 6th. The past 2 years it has worked out where her birthday is in the middle of the week so we've had the party a few days later on the 8th or so. I am going to have her party a little late this year. The 4th of July is on a Friday so I figure that most people will have holiday plans next weekend. Also, my best friend is getting married in a few weeks so my entire summer has been consumed by the wedding monster. I'm exhausted and ready for this wedding to be over. It is bankrupting me and taking all my free time. I can't even squeeze in the time to put together a birthday party and give everyone invited sufficient notice. So I'm going to wait until the wedding is over to throw Macy a party. I am tenatively planning on Saturday July 26th around 2 or 3 pm. I hope you can all come. She keeps saying that she wants a princess party. She had a princess party last year, but I guess once a princess always a princess. Please let me know if you would like to come so that I can make adequate arrangements. She loves pink, dresses, baby dolls, jewelry (definately jewelry), make-up, purses, shoes and anything that is girly girly girly. She loves Dora, Backyardigans, all the Princesses, and stuff to decorate her room. She also loves to draw. That should be plenty of info for gift ideas. I will let you all know for sure when I finalize the date/time. I hope you can come!
Friday, June 20, 2008
you can only see stars in the dark
Climb inside my head. It's crowded in here. I've been thinking about the power of perspective. It really doesn't matter what happens to us in life, just how we process it. I truly believe that we are all born with the tools to survive even the deepest of tragedies and that we have a responsibility to take something from it and improve the world. Growing up I was taught that we all have a part to play and that it takes each part doing their job to create the whole. It sounds like a good enough metaphor. I think it's more than that now. I've always thought that each person has their own purpose, but watching my children confirms my feeling that God puts these little seeds in our soul that make us who we are for a reason. My daughter was born with a very distinct personality and I do not believe that anything or anyone will ever change who she is. Nature vs. nurture is out on her. She is who she is and there is a reason for it. I can see her strength, determination and sensitivity. I believe that she was given those traits for a specific reason. She will do something great with them. It may take her a long time to realize those traits and embrace them, but they are they are most likely will not change. I've spent most of my 20's trying to figure out what seeds were planted in my soul. Who am I seperated from everything that has happened to me or what I am expected to be? Strip away the world and find the bare naked truth about my purpose here. Everything about me is because it is supposed to be. I think I've made good use of my 20's and have at least a handful of answers that I was looking for. I will not be broken. There is a determination inside me that I will not ignore. There is a reason that heartache often creates amazing art or meaningful life lessons. We can only see stars in the dark. If you want to be something than be it. Don't wait until tomorrow. Be whatever you want right now. If you can make someone else stronger by taking their hand then do it. Find the gifts you were born with that make you who you are and share them with the world. Who cares if we mess up? The only thing that matters is if we mess up and don't do anything about it. I'm just saying, whatever is going on in your life, no matter how bad it may seem is only as tragic as you allow it to be. There is an opportunity for greatness in every situation. I choose not to be small.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Thursday
I have some things on my mind. I have some things burdening my heart. If you have a minute to pause, please say a prayer for me. I need help letting go of a few things and allowing God to take over. I could use some comfort and encouragement. It's awfully hard to let go of things that are out of my control. So, if you don't mind, ask God if he would help me out. I will gladly say a thankful prayer for you in return. :)
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Wednesday
Well, I started my new job last Wednesday. So far I'm loving it. It is zero stress! I am the office manager and it's nice to be in charge! The lady that was the manager before me retired a month or so ago. She was scared of computers and did everything in an antiquated manner. So I'm revamping! It's time to make use of the internet, get everything computerized and become efficient. With medical stuff there has to be a certain amount of paper, but there is a large percentage of my job that needs to be moved to computer. I'm up for the task. I enjoy getting to step in and create my own way of getting things done. It's always hard to start a new job and try to fit yourself into someone else's way of doing things. I pretty much have the green light on whatever I want to update. Not working on Fridays is awesome. This week the doctor is on vacation today and tomorrow. So one of the assistants is covering the office phone in the mornings and I don't have to go in until 12:30. I still get paid for the whole day though. Today I worked from 12:30-3:45. What a beautiful day. Stanley Steemer came in to clean the carpets and I had to leave when they were done. No walking on the wet carpets! Tomorrow I will likely just stay until 4. I'm there all by myself so I can pretty much come and go as I please. I do have some insurance claims to deal with but other than that, there isn't much for me to do with no patients there. I did not know that stress free jobs existed. Apparently they do though. It has been great to come home to a house that is still clean and feel refreshed from having a relaxed day at work. Chris on the other hand has gotten older and older every day that goes by. I can't think of a day in the last month that he hasn't come home and fallen asleep in his recliner. How un-fun! Next thing I know he'll be asking for dinner at 4 pm. LOL.
This has been quite a week. My inlaws think that my MIL (mom in law) may have had a light stroke earlier this week. They didn't take her to the hospital despite our pleading. They didn't call her doctor even though they said they would. They wear me out. I did get to sit with Chris's gma and talk for about an hour about how things are going with her right now. She is really advancing into the much later stages of alzheimers. She is definately out of the moderate category and into late stage. At the dinner table on Sunday she hissed at someone who said something she didn't like. It was akward. I never really know what to do when things like that happen. I feel like she is uncomfortable around me so I just try to stay out of the way. The speed at which she is declining is unreal. She was diagnosed 2 1/2 years ago. At that time she was still early stage. She's already thru almost every sign/symptom. She still knows her name and the name of the people she sees every day but she doesn't know who's house she is in or where the bedroom/bathroom is. She has been refusing to eat. She can't take any medicine because she has forgotten how to swallow pills. The pills always end up in her teeth. Even when they crush them into applesauce she manages to chew the little pieces and get them stuck in her teeth instead of swallowing it. It's a difficult situation. I'm not really sure what I can do to help them. She can barely move on her own now and if she does she screams and cries about it. She never gets off the couch. If I had to guess I'd say she's a few months away from being totally bedridden. It seems like her body has just shut down. Her mind is in better shape than her body is.
Then yesterday I finally convinced mom to go to the ER. She's been complaining of a sharp pain in her abdomen. It wasn't going away and seemed to be getting worse. She went to MWC ER at 1:30 yesterday. When I got off work at 5 I went over there and she was still in the waiting room. I got irritated and took her to St. Anthony's. When we got there only 2 other people were in the waiting room. That was at 6:15. She didn't get back to see a doctor until 10 pm!!!! I was infuriated! The doctor did a complete head to toe check on her. I've been trying to convince mom to go to another doctor for a long time. I think her doctor is practicing lazy medicine. He used to be a great doctor. When he switched from private practice to commercial hospital organization it all went downhill. There are a number of reasons that I think he isn't providing adequate care for her. I won't go thru all that, but they are very legitimate reasons. About a month ago I finally threw a big enough fit about mom's current state and how her current plan of care is not working that the doc finally ran some tests. This was the 5th time or so that I've pushed and pushed for him to do a work up on her and fix some issues. So, he calls her about 3 weeks ago and tells her that she has mono. What? Mono is usually in teenagers and young adults. It is very rare to be nearly 60 and get mono. I thought the "test result" was BS this whole time. So she tells the ER doc that she has mono and the doctor said she might have an enlarged spleen which could be causing the abdominal pain. The doctor was very confused. Long story short, he did a full work up on her. Checked every organ, white blood cell count, bone density, etc. Oh, her doctor also told her that she has osteoarthritis. In the end the ER doc gave us a full list of tests he'd run and all the results. There is not one thing wrong with her other than a small kidney stone that was passing. Those hurt like hell. I've had 3 and they are no walk in the park. However, he was very clear that she did not have mono or asteoarthritis. Her liver, pancreas, kidneys (other than the stone), lungs, bones, blood, etc were all perfectly fine. I feel quite validated that a doctor finally proved my point. There is nothing wrong other than being completely over medicated for diagnoses that are false. So, with my point now proven I am taking mom to a new doctor immediately. I don't care how long we have to doctor shop. We will find someone that can provide adequate care in a reasonable way. I didnt get home until 2 am. I was very fortunate that I didn't have to be at work till after noon.
So, that's the update on Sara's week. I hope you are all doing well. Next time I will try to say something insightful. :)
This has been quite a week. My inlaws think that my MIL (mom in law) may have had a light stroke earlier this week. They didn't take her to the hospital despite our pleading. They didn't call her doctor even though they said they would. They wear me out. I did get to sit with Chris's gma and talk for about an hour about how things are going with her right now. She is really advancing into the much later stages of alzheimers. She is definately out of the moderate category and into late stage. At the dinner table on Sunday she hissed at someone who said something she didn't like. It was akward. I never really know what to do when things like that happen. I feel like she is uncomfortable around me so I just try to stay out of the way. The speed at which she is declining is unreal. She was diagnosed 2 1/2 years ago. At that time she was still early stage. She's already thru almost every sign/symptom. She still knows her name and the name of the people she sees every day but she doesn't know who's house she is in or where the bedroom/bathroom is. She has been refusing to eat. She can't take any medicine because she has forgotten how to swallow pills. The pills always end up in her teeth. Even when they crush them into applesauce she manages to chew the little pieces and get them stuck in her teeth instead of swallowing it. It's a difficult situation. I'm not really sure what I can do to help them. She can barely move on her own now and if she does she screams and cries about it. She never gets off the couch. If I had to guess I'd say she's a few months away from being totally bedridden. It seems like her body has just shut down. Her mind is in better shape than her body is.
Then yesterday I finally convinced mom to go to the ER. She's been complaining of a sharp pain in her abdomen. It wasn't going away and seemed to be getting worse. She went to MWC ER at 1:30 yesterday. When I got off work at 5 I went over there and she was still in the waiting room. I got irritated and took her to St. Anthony's. When we got there only 2 other people were in the waiting room. That was at 6:15. She didn't get back to see a doctor until 10 pm!!!! I was infuriated! The doctor did a complete head to toe check on her. I've been trying to convince mom to go to another doctor for a long time. I think her doctor is practicing lazy medicine. He used to be a great doctor. When he switched from private practice to commercial hospital organization it all went downhill. There are a number of reasons that I think he isn't providing adequate care for her. I won't go thru all that, but they are very legitimate reasons. About a month ago I finally threw a big enough fit about mom's current state and how her current plan of care is not working that the doc finally ran some tests. This was the 5th time or so that I've pushed and pushed for him to do a work up on her and fix some issues. So, he calls her about 3 weeks ago and tells her that she has mono. What? Mono is usually in teenagers and young adults. It is very rare to be nearly 60 and get mono. I thought the "test result" was BS this whole time. So she tells the ER doc that she has mono and the doctor said she might have an enlarged spleen which could be causing the abdominal pain. The doctor was very confused. Long story short, he did a full work up on her. Checked every organ, white blood cell count, bone density, etc. Oh, her doctor also told her that she has osteoarthritis. In the end the ER doc gave us a full list of tests he'd run and all the results. There is not one thing wrong with her other than a small kidney stone that was passing. Those hurt like hell. I've had 3 and they are no walk in the park. However, he was very clear that she did not have mono or asteoarthritis. Her liver, pancreas, kidneys (other than the stone), lungs, bones, blood, etc were all perfectly fine. I feel quite validated that a doctor finally proved my point. There is nothing wrong other than being completely over medicated for diagnoses that are false. So, with my point now proven I am taking mom to a new doctor immediately. I don't care how long we have to doctor shop. We will find someone that can provide adequate care in a reasonable way. I didnt get home until 2 am. I was very fortunate that I didn't have to be at work till after noon.
So, that's the update on Sara's week. I hope you are all doing well. Next time I will try to say something insightful. :)
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
soooooooo
Well, I just summed up my first day at a new job. So far so good. I was sure that there were so many perks about taking this job that I would find a draw back somewhere. Being able to take the kids to nana's = super plus. Working Monday -Thursday = super plus. Having a whole extra day with my kids every single week = super plus. Having a week day between 8 and 5 to accomplish all those annoying appointments and errands that can only be done between those hours = super plus. The doctor taking vacations all summer and still paying his staff full day wages while they aren't there because it's not our fault he's on vacation = super duper plus. Working in MWC where I grew up and running into every single person I've ever known within one day = eh. I used to think that my success would be measured in the number of miles I would end up away from home. Everyone wants to grow up and move away. I didn't relocate but I moved out and moved far enough away that I don't know the people in 7-11 or Walmart. I only run into people I know if I choose to. Today, I ran into my 6th grade teacher, Kelly's neice, Melanie's nephew and brother-in-law, and my cousin has an appointment tomorrow. I don't mind seeing all of these people. It's quite nice to see friendly faces. However, I also think...wow it's 11 years since I moved away from here and now I work accross the street from my childhood home and alma mater. Boy did I do far. Well, whatever. I pay the bills, I raise my children, I adore my husband, I love my family, I am not OLD (as of today) and I am so exciting I can't stand it. So take your measure of success by miles and shove it. My house will be clean and my kids will be happy and most importantly I now have fridays to hang out at the pool while I pretend to all of you that I will do something really responsible with my extra day off. LOL.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Today was like an awesome 70's rock song
There should be more days like today. Well, evenings at least. It was perfect summer night for sitting outside. I didn't, but it would have been a good night for it. The wind was just right and the air felt like it just might rain. The air was humid enough to put a feeling in the wind that something might be coming. Which for me surprising translated from rain into hope.
We went out to eat tonight and I've finally after 4 years figured out the perfect conditions in which to take my children to a restraunt where they must sit in one place for more than 5 minutes. Go to the loudest, busiest restraunt you can find. Then their hyperactivity and volume just blend in with everything else. No one notices that they are loud because it's too loud inside to hear them. No one notices they are crawling on the table, leaving their seat and being wiggly. Everything in the restraunt is moving full speed. They blend in there too. Dinner felt like a success.
I did however do some observing while we were waiting for a table to open up. Buffalo Wild Wings on a tuesday night in summer. Sitting the waiting area I realized that I am no longer blonde, tan or twenty. I watched a table full of young beautiful couples having dinner together. There were probably ten people all together. They were all young, attractive, stylish...and skinny. They all looked very much in love and full of life. I looked at my husband who was still bleary eyed from his after work nap. Thought of my unsuccessful hair day resulting in a ragged ponytail. Watching them really reminded me how big a difference just a few years can make. I have a great fondness for my early twenties. I felt unstoppable. Chris and I met when we he was twenty, I was two days past twenty one. We melted, our friends mixed and we became part of this tight circle of friends that spent every single day together. Reality and responsibility hadn't really set in yet. Most everyone either lived at home with their parents or were still in college. There were only 2 other people besides myself that had an apartment and they lived together. Every day was something absolutely exciting. No one ever wanted to spend one night at home because one day was enough to throw you totally out of the loop. They were really incredible days. Rebellion was expected and rampant. The days and the time felt bigger than I was and I was just excited to be a part of it. I found a really strange comfort in a new and different family. I still think of all of those people like family even though some of us have fallen out of touch. I miss my rebellious days every now and then. Then I started wondering, "What happened? I'm not exciting anymore." Well, that sucks. Why am I not exciting? How did this happen to me? I suddenly realize that I am an OLD PERSON! This can't be right. I realize that I don't have the tight abs of a twenty year old girl, I no longer religiously tan, I have no idea what clothes to buy but I don't have to be OLD!!! I think I had a silent mid life crisis right smack in the middle of BWW. I also promised myself I would start working out. Then I ordered chocolate cake. I'm really off on the right foot. LOL. I have been told by many single people my age that Chris and I have shown them that being married and having children doesn't mean you have to suck. When the opportunity comes along we are still quite fun. Maybe I just feel like the opportunities are less lately. I really miss some of our friends. That's mostly my own fault though. I've learned it's not a great idea to yell at your husbands best friends wife. And it's not a good idea to become so consumed with things that I "have to do" that I fall out of touch or put people off. As much as my husbands friends used to bug the crap out me sometimes I actually miss having 15 grown men playing video games in my living room. I feel a little lost in the shuffle. Summers have always been childish, irresponsible, exciting, memorable times for me. Even with the kids. Staying up to late. Having too many people over and bugging the neighbors. Being too loud. Staying at the lake all day. I think I'm just bored. Maybe I need a good lake weekend or a big house BBQ.
Nevertheless, what started as a really nice summer breeze ended up as a resolve to have a fresh tomorrow. That is one of the things I love the most about life. Everyday is another chance to start all over. So if I totally screw it up today I can always try again tomorrow. There is always hope for tomorrow. So, when I wake up in the morning I am going to start my new job, no longer have to clean up after my mom and the kids at my house all day after working, start taking the kids to nana's house for the day, eat something healthy, workout in the evening and squeeze in something exciting that will make me feel less OLD than I feel today. All of you old people keep telling me that OLD is a state of mind right? (I'm totally kidding) As great as it is to have a husband and adorable children it's a lot more fun if we have people to share it with. Staying home all the time isn't all it's cracked up to be. So, tomorrow...be hot, less fat, more fun and exciting. Should be no problem at all. LOL.
We went out to eat tonight and I've finally after 4 years figured out the perfect conditions in which to take my children to a restraunt where they must sit in one place for more than 5 minutes. Go to the loudest, busiest restraunt you can find. Then their hyperactivity and volume just blend in with everything else. No one notices that they are loud because it's too loud inside to hear them. No one notices they are crawling on the table, leaving their seat and being wiggly. Everything in the restraunt is moving full speed. They blend in there too. Dinner felt like a success.
I did however do some observing while we were waiting for a table to open up. Buffalo Wild Wings on a tuesday night in summer. Sitting the waiting area I realized that I am no longer blonde, tan or twenty. I watched a table full of young beautiful couples having dinner together. There were probably ten people all together. They were all young, attractive, stylish...and skinny. They all looked very much in love and full of life. I looked at my husband who was still bleary eyed from his after work nap. Thought of my unsuccessful hair day resulting in a ragged ponytail. Watching them really reminded me how big a difference just a few years can make. I have a great fondness for my early twenties. I felt unstoppable. Chris and I met when we he was twenty, I was two days past twenty one. We melted, our friends mixed and we became part of this tight circle of friends that spent every single day together. Reality and responsibility hadn't really set in yet. Most everyone either lived at home with their parents or were still in college. There were only 2 other people besides myself that had an apartment and they lived together. Every day was something absolutely exciting. No one ever wanted to spend one night at home because one day was enough to throw you totally out of the loop. They were really incredible days. Rebellion was expected and rampant. The days and the time felt bigger than I was and I was just excited to be a part of it. I found a really strange comfort in a new and different family. I still think of all of those people like family even though some of us have fallen out of touch. I miss my rebellious days every now and then. Then I started wondering, "What happened? I'm not exciting anymore." Well, that sucks. Why am I not exciting? How did this happen to me? I suddenly realize that I am an OLD PERSON! This can't be right. I realize that I don't have the tight abs of a twenty year old girl, I no longer religiously tan, I have no idea what clothes to buy but I don't have to be OLD!!! I think I had a silent mid life crisis right smack in the middle of BWW. I also promised myself I would start working out. Then I ordered chocolate cake. I'm really off on the right foot. LOL. I have been told by many single people my age that Chris and I have shown them that being married and having children doesn't mean you have to suck. When the opportunity comes along we are still quite fun. Maybe I just feel like the opportunities are less lately. I really miss some of our friends. That's mostly my own fault though. I've learned it's not a great idea to yell at your husbands best friends wife. And it's not a good idea to become so consumed with things that I "have to do" that I fall out of touch or put people off. As much as my husbands friends used to bug the crap out me sometimes I actually miss having 15 grown men playing video games in my living room. I feel a little lost in the shuffle. Summers have always been childish, irresponsible, exciting, memorable times for me. Even with the kids. Staying up to late. Having too many people over and bugging the neighbors. Being too loud. Staying at the lake all day. I think I'm just bored. Maybe I need a good lake weekend or a big house BBQ.
Nevertheless, what started as a really nice summer breeze ended up as a resolve to have a fresh tomorrow. That is one of the things I love the most about life. Everyday is another chance to start all over. So if I totally screw it up today I can always try again tomorrow. There is always hope for tomorrow. So, when I wake up in the morning I am going to start my new job, no longer have to clean up after my mom and the kids at my house all day after working, start taking the kids to nana's house for the day, eat something healthy, workout in the evening and squeeze in something exciting that will make me feel less OLD than I feel today. All of you old people keep telling me that OLD is a state of mind right? (I'm totally kidding) As great as it is to have a husband and adorable children it's a lot more fun if we have people to share it with. Staying home all the time isn't all it's cracked up to be. So, tomorrow...be hot, less fat, more fun and exciting. Should be no problem at all. LOL.
Monday, June 09, 2008
I got a new job today.
Yay for me. I got a new job today. I have been hating my current job as much as anyone can possilby hate anything. This was not regular job dislike. I almost feel like the guy in Office Space that ends up setting the building on fire after being moved to the basement. Every day at this job I have felt like less of a human being and less of an adult. Being belittled and berated and beat down all day long is not my idea of worthwhile employment. I don't care how much they would have been willing to pay me they were a terrible company. I don't think anyone should be treated the way all of their employees are treated. Not to mention their patients. These poor homebound patients are getting subpar care because the company is only concerned about the bottom line. Money. So amidst my misery I started applying for other jobs. And today I got a new one. I am quite pleased with myself. For the first time ever I got a new job before quitting my old one. Look how responsible I am becoming. I will be working for an orthodontist in MWC right accross from Carl Albert. This is a HUGE relief. Now, I can take the kids to my mom's house instead of her coming to my house. This will relieve a HUGE HUGE HUGE burden on me. I don't think anyone quite understands how hard it is to clean up after my mom and the kids after they have been unsupervised in my house all day. The story of my life has been staying up until midnight scrubbing and cleaning. I leave for work with a clean house and come home to a garbage dump. I spend at least the first 30 minutes every day I'm home just picking up trash. I can not relay how relieved I am to be working in a location where it will be possible to take the kids to mom's house on her days of the week. Also, I will only be working Monday thru Thursday which is my second favorite part. Now I will have an extra day with my children. And only 4 days a week to commute. With gas prices almost the same price as the car itself I appreciate having a short work week. I'm not taking a pay cut either. :) This will be great. It's a small personable office. The doctor and his wife seem like really nice down to earth people. Hopefully this will be a good experience. One thing is for sure...it can't be worse than the place I was at up until now. I just think that people should be spoken to and treated respectfully, and I think if you are going to run a home health care company that the patients should actually get adequate care. Call me crazy. So wish me well on my new endeavor. I'm going in tomorrow to get my personal belongings, do my exit interview and say Adios! Just think of all the things I will be able to do with this extra day of the week!!!
Saturday, June 07, 2008
today
So today I decided that I'm going to work on a few relationships. I'd really like to get to know Levi better. I think he's an amazing kid and I don't get to spend time with him very often or really at all. I remember when Levi and Sami were small my parents and I used to go over to their house all the time. At least twice a week. I'm not sure why we stopped doing that. So I remember all kinds of things about little Levi, but he's basically grown now. So I need to catch up. I'm not sure how he will take to my interest in him, but I'm going to try none the less. I'd also like to work on my relationship with my grandma. I want to put out the effort to spend some more time with her. Today she invited the kids and I over to go swimming. I think we will take her up on that.
I missed having Chris at TC's party with me today. We had a lot of fun though. I'm upset that I couldn't find my one piece and was forced into wearing a bikini in front of my family. But I suppose you will all get over it so I will too. It was great to swim and let the kids play. Caden and Macy look up to Tristan so much. They think he's just the greatest. I'm glad they have someone to play with and look up to. Especially Caden. He's so used to being the biggest kid (at home anyway) that it's nice for him to have someone older around. I have always thought that Chance looks like Murray Wiggle. I could have sworn I told you guys that before. I remember someone saying the Murray was TC's favorite a few years ago and I assumed it was just because it looked like his dad. And poor Sami! I can't believe we mortified her boyfriend like that. It was pretty funny though. I'm just glad you guys never did that to me. Of course, I don't think I ever brought around any boyfriends specifically for that reason! Poor Tim got ogled today. LOL. It was good to see everyone. I will always remember Aunt Beth jumping on the trampoline. It was a good memory. I bet she is sore tomorrow!
I missed having Chris at TC's party with me today. We had a lot of fun though. I'm upset that I couldn't find my one piece and was forced into wearing a bikini in front of my family. But I suppose you will all get over it so I will too. It was great to swim and let the kids play. Caden and Macy look up to Tristan so much. They think he's just the greatest. I'm glad they have someone to play with and look up to. Especially Caden. He's so used to being the biggest kid (at home anyway) that it's nice for him to have someone older around. I have always thought that Chance looks like Murray Wiggle. I could have sworn I told you guys that before. I remember someone saying the Murray was TC's favorite a few years ago and I assumed it was just because it looked like his dad. And poor Sami! I can't believe we mortified her boyfriend like that. It was pretty funny though. I'm just glad you guys never did that to me. Of course, I don't think I ever brought around any boyfriends specifically for that reason! Poor Tim got ogled today. LOL. It was good to see everyone. I will always remember Aunt Beth jumping on the trampoline. It was a good memory. I bet she is sore tomorrow!
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Kids say the cutest things
Last night after Caden's tball game we went to Chris's softball games at Boomer. I never get to actually watch any of the games. I spend all my time chasing my crazy children. I was thinking of ways to entertain my kids and keep them from running wild. We played tag until I pooped out. Then I taught them how to play Simon Says. After about 15 minutes of Simon Says I ran out of ideas. So, I said, "Does anyone else want to be Simon for awhile?" Caden says, "I do! I want to be Simon!" Macy runs up and says, "I want to be Theodore! Mommy, you can be Alvin." I love my children.
If anyone is interested, Caden's last 2 games are this weekend. The regular season is over and this is the post season tournament. He plays Saturday at 12:30 and Sunday at 3:20. That will be the end of t-ball until September. I'm very proud of my little man. Last night he got two outs. He was very proud of himself, but not more proud that his Mommy! It was a great night.
If anyone is interested, Caden's last 2 games are this weekend. The regular season is over and this is the post season tournament. He plays Saturday at 12:30 and Sunday at 3:20. That will be the end of t-ball until September. I'm very proud of my little man. Last night he got two outs. He was very proud of himself, but not more proud that his Mommy! It was a great night.
Monday, June 02, 2008
I love my friends
I have had a nice response to my last blog which I appreciate. I know every woman thinks about how they should be a mother. I just like to hear others thoughts and experiences. That way I don't feel like I'm crazy for thinking so hard about it!
I went to one of my best friends wedding on Saturday. I have an overwhelming sense of pride when it comes to this group of girlfriends. I even cried a little during the ceremony. One of the reasons I love this group of 5 girls so much is because we have ALL put a great amount of effort into staying friends. We met when we were 12 years old in the 7th grade. I always thought that the people I met in college would end up being my lifetime friends but I was wrong. Originally there were 7 of us. We spent every weekend having slumber parties and talking about boys and just making it thru being a teenager together. We were friends during our akward years, and thru boyfriends and break ups and proms and cheerleading/pom stuff. We grew up together. I remember as the end of our senior year got closer we all got more nervous. The night before graduation we were at Regional Park up in the old spaceship. We were sitting in a circle and we around making predictions of how everyone would turn out. When we made the prediction of whether or not we would be friends ten years from then we all said, "Of course!" But inside we were all wondering how we would accomplish it. So we went off to college, everyone going somewhere different. We got together over holidays and school breaks. At first everyone came home for summer break. Then we all started staying near our schools or going to a town closer to our boyfriends. At some point we all went off on our own and established ourselves as individuals. A few years went by where we mostly just kept in touch by phone and saw each other rarely. I think we all thought that might be the point where we drifted away. But, here it is 11 years later and we are closer than we ever were back then. I am the most proud of my friends because we all went off, did our own thing, became our own person, and then came back together. Well 5 of the 7 of us came back together. I think it's an amazing thing that our friendships meant enough to all of us that each one of the 5 of us put out a huge amount of effort to maintain the friendships we built in 7th grade. I am proud of my friends and I feel honored that we have made it this far. I think if we've come this far then we will probably make it forever. Next summer we all turn 30. To celebrate how far we've come and how old we are getting (*wink*) we are taking a cruise together. 4 or 5 days of just the girls on a carribean trip. I'm really looking forward to it. My friends have always been important to me. My friends and family rank about the same to me. I was so proud to watch my friend walk down the aisle and marry a nice guy. It was a beautiful outside wedding too. Not to mention that my friends are incredibly fun. It's never a dull moment. They've also adopted my husband in quite well. I can't imagine not having them in my life. A few of my other friends moved off and got so wrapped up in starting a family and being married that they didn't really care to keep in touch. Now, when they do show up for things like weddings I think they feel pretty left out and kind of jealous. For the most part they don't have any friends. I can't imagine living like that. It seems really depressing to me. My friends are insanely important to me and my life would feel pretty empty with out them. That includes Chris's friends too that have generoulsy inducted me into their circle. I do think it's funny when people tell me that they are surprised that Chris and I are so fun. I always tell them that being married and being a parent doesn't mean I have to suck. I'm the same person I've always been. I just have more responsibilites now. Anyway, I'm proud of my friends and I think it's a huge accomplishment that we have made it sixteen years!
I went to one of my best friends wedding on Saturday. I have an overwhelming sense of pride when it comes to this group of girlfriends. I even cried a little during the ceremony. One of the reasons I love this group of 5 girls so much is because we have ALL put a great amount of effort into staying friends. We met when we were 12 years old in the 7th grade. I always thought that the people I met in college would end up being my lifetime friends but I was wrong. Originally there were 7 of us. We spent every weekend having slumber parties and talking about boys and just making it thru being a teenager together. We were friends during our akward years, and thru boyfriends and break ups and proms and cheerleading/pom stuff. We grew up together. I remember as the end of our senior year got closer we all got more nervous. The night before graduation we were at Regional Park up in the old spaceship. We were sitting in a circle and we around making predictions of how everyone would turn out. When we made the prediction of whether or not we would be friends ten years from then we all said, "Of course!" But inside we were all wondering how we would accomplish it. So we went off to college, everyone going somewhere different. We got together over holidays and school breaks. At first everyone came home for summer break. Then we all started staying near our schools or going to a town closer to our boyfriends. At some point we all went off on our own and established ourselves as individuals. A few years went by where we mostly just kept in touch by phone and saw each other rarely. I think we all thought that might be the point where we drifted away. But, here it is 11 years later and we are closer than we ever were back then. I am the most proud of my friends because we all went off, did our own thing, became our own person, and then came back together. Well 5 of the 7 of us came back together. I think it's an amazing thing that our friendships meant enough to all of us that each one of the 5 of us put out a huge amount of effort to maintain the friendships we built in 7th grade. I am proud of my friends and I feel honored that we have made it this far. I think if we've come this far then we will probably make it forever. Next summer we all turn 30. To celebrate how far we've come and how old we are getting (*wink*) we are taking a cruise together. 4 or 5 days of just the girls on a carribean trip. I'm really looking forward to it. My friends have always been important to me. My friends and family rank about the same to me. I was so proud to watch my friend walk down the aisle and marry a nice guy. It was a beautiful outside wedding too. Not to mention that my friends are incredibly fun. It's never a dull moment. They've also adopted my husband in quite well. I can't imagine not having them in my life. A few of my other friends moved off and got so wrapped up in starting a family and being married that they didn't really care to keep in touch. Now, when they do show up for things like weddings I think they feel pretty left out and kind of jealous. For the most part they don't have any friends. I can't imagine living like that. It seems really depressing to me. My friends are insanely important to me and my life would feel pretty empty with out them. That includes Chris's friends too that have generoulsy inducted me into their circle. I do think it's funny when people tell me that they are surprised that Chris and I are so fun. I always tell them that being married and being a parent doesn't mean I have to suck. I'm the same person I've always been. I just have more responsibilites now. Anyway, I'm proud of my friends and I think it's a huge accomplishment that we have made it sixteen years!