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Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tears
I seem to be more emotional these past few days than I normally am. I've been on the brink of tears numerous times over random things. On several occasions, those tears have actually poured over. There have been tears of heartache, frustration, empathy, anger, happiness. The whole spectrum of feelings, it seems like.
- I've been catching up on recorded television. There was a marriage proposal on Ellen. It was obvious what was going on and a bit cheesy, I thought, but it made me cry. Then an audience member was given the opportunity to go to the Grammy's. She was so excited that it made me cry.
- It is an everyday struggle to get Sadie to nap. She will be rubbing her eyes, putting her head on my shoulder, whimpering, yet she refuses to sleep. Well, she refuses to STAY asleep. I feel so inadequate as a mom sometimes - why can't I get my own daughter to take a nap?!
- Back to television....any American Idol fans? You know the young boy whose group told him they didn't want him in their group anymore? He later did poorly in the group performance yet the judges put him through to the next round? Yeah, I cried.
- I have lost my coupon organizer. My coupon organizer that held several $10 diaper coupons, a $5 formula coupon, and many others. I feel like I've lost at least $50.
- Speaking of diaper coupons, I realized that my coupons were lost as I was getting ready to go to Target today. Guess it really didn't matter today since Target didn't have one package or box of diapers in the size I needed. Really, Target? Nor did they have the detergent I wanted. Tears of frustration!
- Sadie "walked" from one end of the coffee table to the other this morning. She's growing up so quickly - I almost cried tears of happiness AND sadness over that little accomplishment.
- Back to television. We were not home Monday night, but Kris assured me that the television was set to record The Bachelor. I went to watch it this morning.....there was no Bachelor on our tv. aaahhhhh!!!!!
I could go on, but I won't. I won't because some of these things seem so petty, and you're probably wondering why I would want to cry over such minor things. But I also want to cry when I think of how great life is. I couldn't ask for a better family. I love my home. I have great friends. I have a gracious God. Those are tears of JOY!
Sunday, February 20, 2011
The Vacation that Was....n't
In one of my previous posts, I mentioned how I love to travel. The planning, anticipation, and of course, the execution of those plans. For the past few months, we had been getting ready for a family vacation. We are blessed to have very generous friends who allowed us to stay in their beautiful home in Breckenridge, Colorado. The mountains, cold weather, SKIING! My brother, sister-in-law, and I had been anxious for months to hit the slopes. But you know what they say about the best laid plans......
Really, I don't know where to begin. (be prepared for my following sporadic and rambling comments) Let's see....first off, my dad does NOT like to fly. I doubt he slept the night before our flight. He and my mom were on the first flight out with Kris, Sadie, and me. The closer we got to the airport, the higher his heart rate. Security had to stop and search him, thanks to a knee replacement that causes metal detectors to go off. But that was to be expected. No big surprise there. The flight was fine, dad survived, we made it safely.
We got to the house first, unloaded our stuff, and went back to the cute town of Breckenridge to shop until Josh and the gang got there. It was taking them longer than it should have. Google, MapQuest, I don't know what they blamed, but they ended up in Winter Park at one point. Yeah, that's not on the path to Breckenridge.
When they finally got there, Josh wasn't feeling too good. Oh dear, you can't be getting sick, Josh! He wasn't acting like his normal self either.
My nephews (almost 5 and 2 years old) had been warned of the gas fireplace. It's hot. Hot. Don't get close. Hot. The two year old decided he wanted to blow out the flames as though he was blowing out a candle. Poor little guy got too close and burned his lips and chin on the glass. I mean, BURNED his lips and chin.
We all settle in for the night - big day of skiing tomorrow, we need our rest. ha ha ha!! Sadie decided to wake up at 1:00 a.m. She thought it would be fun to keep us up by coughing, crying, sleeping thirty minutes, wake up and play for a while. And start all over - cough, cry, snooze, play, cough, cry, nap, play. The plan was to leave around 7:30 in order to get Zay to ski school on time. The morning news: Josh is really sick and has to go to the doctor. NNOOOOOO!!!! I didn't witness it, but the word on the street is that Josh fell down the stairs before leaving for the doctor.
After sitting around for a while (I didn't think it wise to go skiing completely alone. What if I'd skied off a cliff and nobody could find me?), I decided to get the boys dressed in their ski clothes and go out to play in the snow. That lasted all of three minutes. Frustrated, I came in and told Kris to get me out of there.
In the mean time, we got word from Emily that Josh's O2 saturation level was at 80%. That's not good. He was at the doc's office hooked up to oxygen. He came home and had to have oxygen delivered to the house. Day one of skiing down the drain. Or not. Emily and I were able to get to the slopes in time to ski for a couple of hours. It was a beautiful afternoon for skiing!
After being on the oxygen for several hours, Josh said that he was feeling better and planned to ski the next day. Good idea? I'm not so sure.
Once again, Sadie didn't sleep well. Which means that neither Kris nor I slept well. But I wasn't going to let that stop me from a day on the mountain. We all made it to the resort without any major mishaps. Zay decided to sign up for ski school, Josh got his skis rented, and we're off!! Another beautiful morning. However, by the time we stopped for lunch, Josh was not doing well. He was acting weird. I knew something wasn't right. We went back out for more, but it started snowing. And getting colder. It was no longer as much fun. We called it a day a little after 2:00. The "plan" was for us to all stay in town, shop, and have dinner. That didn't happen. Josh had to go home to get back on the oxygen, some of us stayed in town, but the restaurant where we wanted to eat was busy with a wait....we went home. Time to pack up anyway.
We're busy getting our things together, Emily comes downstairs. Wait, Emily slips down the stairs. Her toes....broken? Here we go again.
We wake up to somewhat of a snow storm with icy roads. But we had a flight to catch, so off we go. Through the ice and snow. It was slow going most of the way.
Airport, security pat down for my dad, full flight, back in Houston. I think I saw some of the Dunns kissing the ground when we got back to Texas.
Everyone gets home.....Emily wakes up the next morning with a bruised and swollen foot AND the flu. The following day, my mom gets the flu. Then my dad. Sadie has been running fever. When will this bad luck end?!
Even with all the bad luck and plans that crumbled before our eyes, we made family memories. And the skiing was great. After a day or two I have been able to laugh about it. I'd go back again in a minute, but I have a feeling that my brother would rather stay at home.
Really, I don't know where to begin. (be prepared for my following sporadic and rambling comments) Let's see....first off, my dad does NOT like to fly. I doubt he slept the night before our flight. He and my mom were on the first flight out with Kris, Sadie, and me. The closer we got to the airport, the higher his heart rate. Security had to stop and search him, thanks to a knee replacement that causes metal detectors to go off. But that was to be expected. No big surprise there. The flight was fine, dad survived, we made it safely.
We got to the house first, unloaded our stuff, and went back to the cute town of Breckenridge to shop until Josh and the gang got there. It was taking them longer than it should have. Google, MapQuest, I don't know what they blamed, but they ended up in Winter Park at one point. Yeah, that's not on the path to Breckenridge.
When they finally got there, Josh wasn't feeling too good. Oh dear, you can't be getting sick, Josh! He wasn't acting like his normal self either.
My nephews (almost 5 and 2 years old) had been warned of the gas fireplace. It's hot. Hot. Don't get close. Hot. The two year old decided he wanted to blow out the flames as though he was blowing out a candle. Poor little guy got too close and burned his lips and chin on the glass. I mean, BURNED his lips and chin.
We all settle in for the night - big day of skiing tomorrow, we need our rest. ha ha ha!! Sadie decided to wake up at 1:00 a.m. She thought it would be fun to keep us up by coughing, crying, sleeping thirty minutes, wake up and play for a while. And start all over - cough, cry, snooze, play, cough, cry, nap, play. The plan was to leave around 7:30 in order to get Zay to ski school on time. The morning news: Josh is really sick and has to go to the doctor. NNOOOOOO!!!! I didn't witness it, but the word on the street is that Josh fell down the stairs before leaving for the doctor.
After sitting around for a while (I didn't think it wise to go skiing completely alone. What if I'd skied off a cliff and nobody could find me?), I decided to get the boys dressed in their ski clothes and go out to play in the snow. That lasted all of three minutes. Frustrated, I came in and told Kris to get me out of there.
In the mean time, we got word from Emily that Josh's O2 saturation level was at 80%. That's not good. He was at the doc's office hooked up to oxygen. He came home and had to have oxygen delivered to the house. Day one of skiing down the drain. Or not. Emily and I were able to get to the slopes in time to ski for a couple of hours. It was a beautiful afternoon for skiing!
After being on the oxygen for several hours, Josh said that he was feeling better and planned to ski the next day. Good idea? I'm not so sure.
Once again, Sadie didn't sleep well. Which means that neither Kris nor I slept well. But I wasn't going to let that stop me from a day on the mountain. We all made it to the resort without any major mishaps. Zay decided to sign up for ski school, Josh got his skis rented, and we're off!! Another beautiful morning. However, by the time we stopped for lunch, Josh was not doing well. He was acting weird. I knew something wasn't right. We went back out for more, but it started snowing. And getting colder. It was no longer as much fun. We called it a day a little after 2:00. The "plan" was for us to all stay in town, shop, and have dinner. That didn't happen. Josh had to go home to get back on the oxygen, some of us stayed in town, but the restaurant where we wanted to eat was busy with a wait....we went home. Time to pack up anyway.
We're busy getting our things together, Emily comes downstairs. Wait, Emily slips down the stairs. Her toes....broken? Here we go again.
We wake up to somewhat of a snow storm with icy roads. But we had a flight to catch, so off we go. Through the ice and snow. It was slow going most of the way.
Airport, security pat down for my dad, full flight, back in Houston. I think I saw some of the Dunns kissing the ground when we got back to Texas.
Everyone gets home.....Emily wakes up the next morning with a bruised and swollen foot AND the flu. The following day, my mom gets the flu. Then my dad. Sadie has been running fever. When will this bad luck end?!
Even with all the bad luck and plans that crumbled before our eyes, we made family memories. And the skiing was great. After a day or two I have been able to laugh about it. I'd go back again in a minute, but I have a feeling that my brother would rather stay at home.
Sunday Afternoon....the Sights, Sounds, and Smells
My senses were in overdrive as I took Sadie for a walk this afternoon. Homes had their curtains pulled back and windows open. I love listening in on others' lives. Call me nosy. I won't deny it. I could hear a violinist practicing in one home and a pianist in another. Makes me wish I had a musical talent. I know, I know, someone will probably tell me I shouldn't have given up on piano.
I'm glad that we live in such a family friendly neighborhood. Fathers and sons were throwing a baseball in more than one yard. Numerous families sped past me on bikes. I could hear basketballs being bounced in driveways. I saw kids drawing with sidewalk chalk. There were congregations of young girls on the sidewalks. I think it will be fun for Sadie to join in with neighbor friends one day.
There was the distinct smell of meat being charred on the grill somewhere. With a touch of bbq sauce, I think. I wish I could have found where that smell was coming from. We need to become friends with those people! The smell of fresh air.....
I could hear and see many flags flapping in the breeze in honor of President's Day. Church bells in the distance proclaiming the hour, the jingle jangle of dog tags, an ice cream truck (and a mom telling her son that she knew he wanted some, but it wasn't very good ice cream and it was overpriced), squeals of kids at the park, neighbors gathered on a front porch swing.....and the faint snores of Sadie in the stroller. For a moment I thought I was in Mayberry.
Spring is just around the corner, and life is good!
I'm glad that we live in such a family friendly neighborhood. Fathers and sons were throwing a baseball in more than one yard. Numerous families sped past me on bikes. I could hear basketballs being bounced in driveways. I saw kids drawing with sidewalk chalk. There were congregations of young girls on the sidewalks. I think it will be fun for Sadie to join in with neighbor friends one day.
There was the distinct smell of meat being charred on the grill somewhere. With a touch of bbq sauce, I think. I wish I could have found where that smell was coming from. We need to become friends with those people! The smell of fresh air.....
I could hear and see many flags flapping in the breeze in honor of President's Day. Church bells in the distance proclaiming the hour, the jingle jangle of dog tags, an ice cream truck (and a mom telling her son that she knew he wanted some, but it wasn't very good ice cream and it was overpriced), squeals of kids at the park, neighbors gathered on a front porch swing.....and the faint snores of Sadie in the stroller. For a moment I thought I was in Mayberry.
Spring is just around the corner, and life is good!
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Random Things I Really Like....and Those I Don't
- I love to travel. The anticipation, planning, airport, exploring, everything. However, packing is torturous.
- When people turn on their windshield wipers while it's barely sprinkling....that makes me a little bit crazy.
- Watching Sadie play makes my heart sing.
- Chuy's creamy jalapeno and Chuychangas. aahhhh.....my mouth is watering. Actually, I don't really like it, I love it!
- Paying full price for something sort of makes my insides hurt.
- I enjoy doing crafty things. Unfortunately, I'm not that creative.
- I like to remember all the times spent with my MeMe. Sweet memories.
- Please don't turn the television volume up any higher than necessary.
- I really like my husband. He's a fun guy.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Temptations
Why is it that so many "forbidden" things are very tempting? I know, I know, that's a sermon in itself. But I won't go there. I'm talking about all the things that my little one wants to get into. I'm thankful that Sadie is exploring the world around her, but it's like the things she should stay away from have a mysterious magnetic pull. She has more than enough toys, but if the remote is in sight, she's after it. Plenty of things on the floor for her to play with, but she goes for the dog bowls. I know that this is nothing new. Babies are going to find their way to whatever is off-limits. Today has been no different. I'm having to constantly check on her to see where she is and what she has in her hands. In fact, since sitting down to write this, I think I've gotten up four times to go check on her. Here are a few things we've been battling today:
This was partially my fault. I am the one who turned the tv on to the Sprout channel (and those annoying Wiggles), but check out how she made her way to sit so closely to the tv and strain to turn around and watch it. Soon after I took this picture, she was trying to push all the buttons on the dvr.
She then wanted to play with the dirt and wood chips left from the firewood....
This was partially my fault. I am the one who turned the tv on to the Sprout channel (and those annoying Wiggles), but check out how she made her way to sit so closely to the tv and strain to turn around and watch it. Soon after I took this picture, she was trying to push all the buttons on the dvr.
She then wanted to play with the dirt and wood chips left from the firewood....
This is a CONSTANT battle....she loves the fireplace tools. What a mess. I moved them outside for a few days, but now that it's cold and I have a fire going....I have not found a place to put them where she won't get to them. I guess they'll have to go on top of the mantle.
And then there's me. I have my own constant battles with temptation. But mine more often come in the form of......
I just couldn't resist the temptation today. It's cold outside and I was in a baking mood. So, I will continue to try to teach Sadie to resist her temptations. And I guess my waistline will have to teach me to resist mine!
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Wardrobe Wonders
Well, the big shopping day was yesterday. What a day! We had just walked into the first store when another girl came in and greeted us. The consultant introduced me to her "assistant". She said that she knew we were going to need help, so she asked the other girl to tag along. Great. My wardrobe was so pathetic that I required not one, but two, professionals.
It was great shopping with someone who knows what they're doing. She immediately got to work - pulling this and that, telling me what styles to stay away from, what colors work for me, calling the salespeople by name. Time to start trying on. We began with a huge stack of tops and probably six to eight pairs of pants. I wasn't expecting a second person in the dressing room with me, but she said that we had work to do and weren't going to waste time coming in and out of a dressing room. OK, here we go. I would barely have time to look in the mirror before she'd say no to something. I heard her say 'no' many times. I also heard her throw out 'potato sack' in that first dressing room. Wow, this is going to be fun. After the last pair of pants had been tried on and none had worked, I asked her if she had a good tailor who could just make me some pants. She laughed and said that was too expensive.
On to the next stores (we went into twelve stores that I can remember - there might have been more).....nope, don't like that, you look like Queen Victoria, what are these designers thinking when they came up with this?, that might be cute, awful, ha! it's like you're a railroad conductor or something, yeah, that's good, we still don't have pants, this is a good shirt, I feel like I'm wearing Lady Gaga's meat dress, very cute top, this store is disappointing, we still can't find pants, and on and on it goes. About four hours later, a sales lady asked if she could help us. The consultant's response - can you sew? We need someone to make us some pants. ha! I had told her it was going to be difficult. She told me that she understands now why I get frustrated and give up so quickly when it comes to shopping.
It took so much time finding basics, that we didn't even get around to purses/accessories. I came home with plenty of tops but only three pairs of dressier pants that are just ok. They will all have to be altered. But overall, it was a great (and much needed) experience. My closet looks a little better than it did Monday afternoon, that's for sure. There is still work to be done, though. I'm just thankful I can make it through the next month or two without being completely embarrassed every time I step out the door. When the weather gets warmer and I'm in need of spring/summer clothes, we'll have to do it all again. That should give me time to break out the self-tanner before having to try on clothes with shorter hemlines!
It was great shopping with someone who knows what they're doing. She immediately got to work - pulling this and that, telling me what styles to stay away from, what colors work for me, calling the salespeople by name. Time to start trying on. We began with a huge stack of tops and probably six to eight pairs of pants. I wasn't expecting a second person in the dressing room with me, but she said that we had work to do and weren't going to waste time coming in and out of a dressing room. OK, here we go. I would barely have time to look in the mirror before she'd say no to something. I heard her say 'no' many times. I also heard her throw out 'potato sack' in that first dressing room. Wow, this is going to be fun. After the last pair of pants had been tried on and none had worked, I asked her if she had a good tailor who could just make me some pants. She laughed and said that was too expensive.
On to the next stores (we went into twelve stores that I can remember - there might have been more).....nope, don't like that, you look like Queen Victoria, what are these designers thinking when they came up with this?, that might be cute, awful, ha! it's like you're a railroad conductor or something, yeah, that's good, we still don't have pants, this is a good shirt, I feel like I'm wearing Lady Gaga's meat dress, very cute top, this store is disappointing, we still can't find pants, and on and on it goes. About four hours later, a sales lady asked if she could help us. The consultant's response - can you sew? We need someone to make us some pants. ha! I had told her it was going to be difficult. She told me that she understands now why I get frustrated and give up so quickly when it comes to shopping.
It took so much time finding basics, that we didn't even get around to purses/accessories. I came home with plenty of tops but only three pairs of dressier pants that are just ok. They will all have to be altered. But overall, it was a great (and much needed) experience. My closet looks a little better than it did Monday afternoon, that's for sure. There is still work to be done, though. I'm just thankful I can make it through the next month or two without being completely embarrassed every time I step out the door. When the weather gets warmer and I'm in need of spring/summer clothes, we'll have to do it all again. That should give me time to break out the self-tanner before having to try on clothes with shorter hemlines!
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