I'm a mom. I have 2 sons: Drew, who is my favorite, and Nick, who is also my favorite. My husband, Andy, is a police officer. I take lots of pictures, and I like to think that they're good. I scrapbook. Oh, and I also work full time in a veterinary diagnostic laboratory. Currently my biggest desire is to find land available and build a house far out in the country, no neighbors nearby, with space for a herd of cattle and a big veggie garden.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Silence
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Saturday, April 28, 2007
Photo Sunday #31: In the Garden
A little insulted...
The boys have been playing nicely in the living room for about a half an hour. I've been working in the kitchen. I can hear all manner of growls and other sounds coming from in there.
Finally curiosity got the better of me. I went into the living room and asked what they were playing. The couch cushions are all over the floor, and there is a blanket tent built off of the recliner. Nick is under the tent, Drew is crouched on the sofa.
Drew: "We're animals! This is our kingdom!"
Nick: "Yeah! I'm a lion, and Drew is a tiger!"
Me: "Wow, that sounds like fun! Can I play?"
Drew: "Of course. What animal are you?"
Nick: "She's a hippo!"
Yeah. Nice, huh?
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Finally curiosity got the better of me. I went into the living room and asked what they were playing. The couch cushions are all over the floor, and there is a blanket tent built off of the recliner. Nick is under the tent, Drew is crouched on the sofa.
Drew: "We're animals! This is our kingdom!"
Nick: "Yeah! I'm a lion, and Drew is a tiger!"
Me: "Wow, that sounds like fun! Can I play?"
Drew: "Of course. What animal are you?"
Nick: "She's a hippo!"
Yeah. Nice, huh?
More Free Stuff
Charlie sent me some more cereal to review. This time it's Fruity Cheerios.
Now, before I begin my review, let me just tell you that I'm a Cheerios snob. If it's not regular Cheerios in the yellow box, I won't even look twice at it, much less taste it. The whole point of Cheerios is that it's unsweetened, unmessed with goodness. I've never purchased Frosted Cheerios, or Mulitgrain Cheerios, and once I got the Yogurt Cheerios because they were all that was left on the shelf. I would never consider Fruity Cheerios. I mean, if I wanted Fruity, I'd get Fruit Loops.
This cereal is awesome! It doesn't taste like Fruit Loops at all. It tastes like, well, Fruity Cheerios. The boys love it, and while I was just going to feed it to them and let them do the reviewing, I had to taste it myself. And my resolve to only ever buy original Cheerios just went right out the window.
I still won't purchase the frosted ones--that's too much sugar on what's supposed to be an unsweetened cereal. And I'll still include the regular ones on my grocery list. But I think my list might also include Fruity Cheerios now on.
Friday, April 27, 2007
What would you say...
...if I told you that I just let the boys eat their supper with their feet propped on the table?
Yeah, I did. Some days it's just not worth the battle.
Tonight the boys and I are preparing a small garden plot in the backyard, and tomorrow we're planting corn and beans and peppers.
It will be fun, right?
Yes, it will, if I can manage to not be a perfectionist. And I'm going to try my best.
Yeah, I did. Some days it's just not worth the battle.
Tonight the boys and I are preparing a small garden plot in the backyard, and tomorrow we're planting corn and beans and peppers.
It will be fun, right?
Yes, it will, if I can manage to not be a perfectionist. And I'm going to try my best.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
My Boys Sing For You
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Wednesday, April 25, 2007
My Dad
Once upon a time, I was a little, little girl. I had a wonderfully kind and patient mother, and a wonderfully kind and patient father...
Wait. Back up.
I did have a wonderfully kind and patient mother. I mean, sure, she had her moments. Don't we all? But for the most part, kind and patient and tolerant and nice are all words that describe my mom perfectly.
My dad, not so much.
No, no. He wasn't horrible. Not abusive--not at all. But patient and kind are not words I would use to describe my father. A force to be reckoned with is a phrase I would use to describe my dad. Daddy was a big guy, with a big voice, a quick temper, and very strong opinions about the way things should be. He yelled often, mostly just to get his point across. (I imagine that's where I get it.) He was a very hard worker, coming home from his full time job at the power plant and working until dark on the farm. He worked all weekend long, too. It seemed like there wasn't alot of rest time for him, or for us, because we worked, too. Not all the time, and looking back on it, probably not as much as we could/should have. But at the time it seemed like we were worked to the bone. And in everything he did, his love for his family was obvious. Everything he did was to make a better life for us, and we knew it. We took family vacations when I imagine we couldn't really afford it. The 3 of us kids always had nice clothes and shoes and toys. We had a swimming pool. Our friends loved our parents, and both Mom and Dad were always involved in our schools and our extracurricular activities.
I left for college in 1992, and with the exception of the summer months and holidays I never went back home. Even after graduation I only lived there for 3 1/2 months before moving to my current town, which is 2 hours from my parents.
The distance, I'm sure, is why I have such a difficult time reconciling the man that I'm seeing now with the father that I remember.
The man that I remember was strong and vibrant and full of life and would not ever consider giving up. That man raised me (and my brothers) to be tough, and independent, and taught us that we could do anything that we put our minds to. Weakness was never tolerated, injuries and illnesses were never pitied or babied--they just were. Work through it. Get on with it. That's what he did, and the thing I admired about him the most was his strength. Respect was expected, and given, because that's the kind of man he was--someone we could respect and look up to and depend on, no matter what.
Daddy has had lots of health problems over the past few years. Pulmonary Embolism, twice. The hip replacement. The staph infections and the pneumonia following the hip surgery. Now he's in the hospital again, and after a week and a half there's still no clear diagnosis. But he's pretty sick.
I understand that people do change as they get older. I understand that tempers can mellow and your outlook on life can change. I totally understand that hospitalization and long illness can make a person sad, and discouraged. I get that. But this man, this guy that declares to my mother that he's ready to give up--this man I don't know. He's not even trying any more. He won't speak to me on the phone, won't even hardly speak to the people that come to visit him at the hospital. He refuses meals. He's whiny and difficult and treats my mom like she's his personal servant, demanding and ungrateful the majority of the time. And it's not just now, it's been this way for months. It's hard on everyone involved--my mom most especially.
I don't know how to fix it, and I suspect that I can't. It's something he's going to have to do on his own. But it sure would be nice to be able to recognize him the next time we visit, because lately I feel like I'm talking to a stranger.
All I want is my daddy back. I miss him, temper and all.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
When I Grow Up...
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a veterinarian when I grew up. At various times, I also wanted to be a farmer and/or a scientist. But mostly, a veterinarian. And, while I always assumed that I would get married and have kids, it wasn't something that I actively wanted like I wanted to be a vet. It was just something that was there, hovering somewhere in the distant future. I had no problem with it, but it wasn't a goal or a mission in my life to marry someone and have children with them.
Well, according to what I've been told, I am now a grown-up. An adult. At almost 33 years of age, I really don't have a choice, right? Funny, I don't feel like an adult. I feel just like I always have, just like myself. I'm still waiting to grow up.
When does that happen, anyway? When do you feel like an adult?
I mean, here I am. I have the job that I landed after I graduated from college, and 11 years later I'm still here. I am married, and have been for nearly 8 years. I own a home, and vehicles, and furniture. I have 2 children, and one of them is old enough to be finishing Kindergarten in 4 weeks. The other one might start pre-school next year. Those boys? They think I'm a grown-up. For heaven's sake, they call me Mom! I'm someones Mom, and it seems like just yesterday I was starting kindergarten/starting high school/leaving for college/getting married.
Sometimes I look at my children and I think "Oh, my goodness. Certainly I'm not responsible for these 2 little lives. How did I get here?" Sometimes I'll speak to my parents on the phone and hang up feeling like I'm still 15 years old. Sometimes I'll speak to my parents on the phone and hang up more than a little confused. I mean, if I'm not growing up then they're not either, right? When did that change?
I'm not unhappy with my life. No, I'm not a veterinarian, but I no longer want to be.
When I grow up I want to be a landowner. A farmer. A photographer. A good mother. A good friend. A good daughter. A good sister. A good person.
That's if I ever grow up.
I might not, you know.
Well, according to what I've been told, I am now a grown-up. An adult. At almost 33 years of age, I really don't have a choice, right? Funny, I don't feel like an adult. I feel just like I always have, just like myself. I'm still waiting to grow up.
When does that happen, anyway? When do you feel like an adult?
I mean, here I am. I have the job that I landed after I graduated from college, and 11 years later I'm still here. I am married, and have been for nearly 8 years. I own a home, and vehicles, and furniture. I have 2 children, and one of them is old enough to be finishing Kindergarten in 4 weeks. The other one might start pre-school next year. Those boys? They think I'm a grown-up. For heaven's sake, they call me Mom! I'm someones Mom, and it seems like just yesterday I was starting kindergarten/starting high school/leaving for college/getting married.
Sometimes I look at my children and I think "Oh, my goodness. Certainly I'm not responsible for these 2 little lives. How did I get here?" Sometimes I'll speak to my parents on the phone and hang up feeling like I'm still 15 years old. Sometimes I'll speak to my parents on the phone and hang up more than a little confused. I mean, if I'm not growing up then they're not either, right? When did that change?
I'm not unhappy with my life. No, I'm not a veterinarian, but I no longer want to be.
When I grow up I want to be a landowner. A farmer. A photographer. A good mother. A good friend. A good daughter. A good sister. A good person.
That's if I ever grow up.
I might not, you know.
Monday, April 23, 2007
They Know
There are many days when I complain about my children. About their behavior, their attitudes, their appetites, their choice of language, the messes they leave in their wake like little tornadoes.
Something I don't always comment on, mostly because it never occurs to me, is their ability to know when to be nice. They just know when I need them to be good. Sometimes I might really want them to be good, and I can explain to them until I'm blue in the face that I want them to behave, but some days I need it.
For reasons I don't feel like getting into right now, today I needed it. And I didn't even have to tell them--they just know. And not only are they being the angels that I wish they'd be every day, they picked me flowers.
They're good kids.
Something I don't always comment on, mostly because it never occurs to me, is their ability to know when to be nice. They just know when I need them to be good. Sometimes I might really want them to be good, and I can explain to them until I'm blue in the face that I want them to behave, but some days I need it.
For reasons I don't feel like getting into right now, today I needed it. And I didn't even have to tell them--they just know. And not only are they being the angels that I wish they'd be every day, they picked me flowers.
They're good kids.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Photo Sunday #30: The Trying To Be Cheerful Edition
Golly it was a crummy week. It really was. Hopefully all of you had better ones. And hopefully this coming week will be more pleasant. In an effort to cheer myself up (and make you happy in the process) here is a collection of photos that make me smile.
he's pouting because he didn't get his way. right before he stomped off he said "it's not fair, mom! it's just not fair! i'm going to starve!" the reason? i wouldn't let him have another banana--what would have been his 5th of the day, and it was 10 minutes until supper.
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he's pouting because he didn't get his way. right before he stomped off he said "it's not fair, mom! it's just not fair! i'm going to starve!" the reason? i wouldn't let him have another banana--what would have been his 5th of the day, and it was 10 minutes until supper.
Friday, April 20, 2007
How??
I know there are parents out there that do not yell. I hear about you on TV and I read about you in magazines and I've even heard some of you tell about it. You are patient and kind and loving and you never raise your voice to your children or your husband.
How do you do it? Please tell me. Because I want to be that mom. I do.
Every day I tell myself that this will be the day that I don't yell. Every time the boys test my limits I tell myself do not yell do not yell do not yell do not yell. And then, I yell. And I don't like it. I feel childish every time I lose my cool and yell at the boys, who, although they are little kids, are probably smart enough to respond without me raising my voice.
I don't yell all the time. Not even often. But more than once a day. And the volume varies, from just a slight raising of the voice as a warning to a full on holler when they haven't responded to my request to come inside for supper for the 3rd time. And the worse my mood gets, the more likely I am to raise my voice. If it's been a particularly bad evening, I've been known to holler and then realize that I really didn't need to.
I suspect that, by this point, I have conditioned my children to respond to the yelling. It's a vicious cycle--I yelled until they listened, now they don't listen unless I raise my voice.
You know, my dad used to yell. And I hated it. I figured I'd understand him just as easily if he spoke in a normal tone of voice. I can remember thinking "Just be quiet already!" Yelling was one of those things I was never going to do to my kids when I was a parent. Uh huh.
Help me.
How do you do it? Please tell me. Because I want to be that mom. I do.
Every day I tell myself that this will be the day that I don't yell. Every time the boys test my limits I tell myself do not yell do not yell do not yell do not yell. And then, I yell. And I don't like it. I feel childish every time I lose my cool and yell at the boys, who, although they are little kids, are probably smart enough to respond without me raising my voice.
I don't yell all the time. Not even often. But more than once a day. And the volume varies, from just a slight raising of the voice as a warning to a full on holler when they haven't responded to my request to come inside for supper for the 3rd time. And the worse my mood gets, the more likely I am to raise my voice. If it's been a particularly bad evening, I've been known to holler and then realize that I really didn't need to.
I suspect that, by this point, I have conditioned my children to respond to the yelling. It's a vicious cycle--I yelled until they listened, now they don't listen unless I raise my voice.
You know, my dad used to yell. And I hated it. I figured I'd understand him just as easily if he spoke in a normal tone of voice. I can remember thinking "Just be quiet already!" Yelling was one of those things I was never going to do to my kids when I was a parent. Uh huh.
Help me.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Seeing Things In A Different Way
Ever since I got more interested in photography, and especially since I got my new camera back in September, I've noticed that I look at the world and it's inhabitants differently. Most of the time this is a good thing, I think. It enables me to see things that I normally would never have noticed. Sometimes it's not such a good thing, because I find myself looking at the photograph that I see and not really enjoying what's going on around me.
What exactly am I referring to? Well, for instance, I look at light in an entirely new way. When I'm driving home late in the evening, I take special notice of the way the sunlight looks warm and highlights buildings and trees. I see shadows and sunspots during the midday hours. I see a spiderweb with dew on it and wish that the sun would shine on it, because it surely would make an excellent photograph. I also notice, and make special effort to look for, small things. Dandelion pods, milkweed seeds, caterpillars, and moths all seem to cross my radar more often than they used to.
With the boys, it's almost always a photo opportunity. I nearly always have my camera with me, and I can get so caught up in getting the perfect shot of them that we all stop having fun. They are mostly annoyed by the camera, and have actually been known to intentionally ruin a shot. But more often they just refuse to be photographed.
Lately I've been making an effort to leave my camera behind. I don't have to document every moment of our lives. Sometimes I just need to live life and have fun, without the worry of the perfect photograph hanging over my head all the time. I know this, and for that reason I almost never take the camera to the playground any more.
Of course, the times when I don't have my camera are always when the best opportunities occur.
Last night, I drove out to the farm specifically to take some pictures. Andy had the boys at home, and I knew no one was around at the farm, so I planned on just wandering for an hour or two just to see what I could see. I pulled in down at the barn lot at about 4PM, and realized that I was wrong--my friend was home. And he was thrilled to see me. "I am so glad you're here," he said. "Come up to the house--I need some help with the truck."
Two hours later, as I was helping to string electric fence along a section of the pasture, we heard some geese calling. Looking back, I saw 6 Canada Geese rise up from the pond, fly in perfect V formation not 15 feet over my head (I could see their eyes--they were THAT close), circle around once, and then disappear into the setting sun. It was the perfect photo opportunity.
But my camera was in the truck, where I left it for fear it would get damaged while we were working. As I was mentally kicking myself for missing the chance for a great shot (and the shot I missed of the dog sitting in a pool of evening sunlight, and the shot I missed of my friend flat on his backside when he stepped in a depression hidden by grass) I realized that I still have the image in my head. I lived it, and it was beautiful, and if it was an important moment in my life I'll remember it always, just like I do all the important moments. I just can't share it with you.
I'm sorry you missed it. It was lovely. But it taught me an important lesson.
It's not always about the photo. It's about the memory.
What exactly am I referring to? Well, for instance, I look at light in an entirely new way. When I'm driving home late in the evening, I take special notice of the way the sunlight looks warm and highlights buildings and trees. I see shadows and sunspots during the midday hours. I see a spiderweb with dew on it and wish that the sun would shine on it, because it surely would make an excellent photograph. I also notice, and make special effort to look for, small things. Dandelion pods, milkweed seeds, caterpillars, and moths all seem to cross my radar more often than they used to.
With the boys, it's almost always a photo opportunity. I nearly always have my camera with me, and I can get so caught up in getting the perfect shot of them that we all stop having fun. They are mostly annoyed by the camera, and have actually been known to intentionally ruin a shot. But more often they just refuse to be photographed.
Lately I've been making an effort to leave my camera behind. I don't have to document every moment of our lives. Sometimes I just need to live life and have fun, without the worry of the perfect photograph hanging over my head all the time. I know this, and for that reason I almost never take the camera to the playground any more.
Of course, the times when I don't have my camera are always when the best opportunities occur.
Last night, I drove out to the farm specifically to take some pictures. Andy had the boys at home, and I knew no one was around at the farm, so I planned on just wandering for an hour or two just to see what I could see. I pulled in down at the barn lot at about 4PM, and realized that I was wrong--my friend was home. And he was thrilled to see me. "I am so glad you're here," he said. "Come up to the house--I need some help with the truck."
Two hours later, as I was helping to string electric fence along a section of the pasture, we heard some geese calling. Looking back, I saw 6 Canada Geese rise up from the pond, fly in perfect V formation not 15 feet over my head (I could see their eyes--they were THAT close), circle around once, and then disappear into the setting sun. It was the perfect photo opportunity.
But my camera was in the truck, where I left it for fear it would get damaged while we were working. As I was mentally kicking myself for missing the chance for a great shot (and the shot I missed of the dog sitting in a pool of evening sunlight, and the shot I missed of my friend flat on his backside when he stepped in a depression hidden by grass) I realized that I still have the image in my head. I lived it, and it was beautiful, and if it was an important moment in my life I'll remember it always, just like I do all the important moments. I just can't share it with you.
I'm sorry you missed it. It was lovely. But it taught me an important lesson.
It's not always about the photo. It's about the memory.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Language
There's something I've been meaning to write about, and when Lisa over at Midwestern Mommy mentioned it in passing in this post, I figured now would be as good a time as any.
Back before I had kids and when my boys were smaller, I heard other parents say how they had trouble with their pre-school age and older children using "potty talk". I thought this meant that they were using swear words. You know, the 4 letter words that we all try not to let our children overhear. Not a problem, I thought. I don't use language like that (really, I don't. Call me a goody-goody if you will, but I don't. it doesn't offend me or anything when other folks cuss, it's just not something I do.) and Andy is typically very careful around the boys because he knows how I feel about it.
But, in the last few weeks, I've realized that I was mistaken. Potty talk isn't when your kids swear. Oh, no. It apparently is an obsession with every word that could possibly be used to describe your bottom, or the product that comes out of said bottom. The more words you can string together in a "sentence", apparently, the better. And it's driving me crazy.
For example, last night we were in the truck, boys in their seats in the back.
Drew: Nicky, you're a doo-doo head!
Nick: Well, you're a booty doo-doo head!
Drew: Well, you're a poopy doo-doo booty ka-ka baby!
Nick: Well, you're a...
Me: Knock it off! Enough with the potty words!
Drew: Mom, we didn't even say potty!
Me: *roll eyes* and sigh.
Someone please tell me this is a phase and that it's a short phase. Also tell me it's totally normal, please. Because really, it annoys me, and I don't seem to be able to make it stop. Generally my boys are well behaved. I mean, they're little kids, and they can be a little wild at times, but for the most part they are good. Especially in public, where they know good behavior is expected of them at all times or else.
But if I take them to the store again only to hear one of my boys say in a loud, loud voice "Ewwww! I smell poop! I smell doody! Ewwwwww! Mom, did you poop?" I just don't know what I might do.
Back before I had kids and when my boys were smaller, I heard other parents say how they had trouble with their pre-school age and older children using "potty talk". I thought this meant that they were using swear words. You know, the 4 letter words that we all try not to let our children overhear. Not a problem, I thought. I don't use language like that (really, I don't. Call me a goody-goody if you will, but I don't. it doesn't offend me or anything when other folks cuss, it's just not something I do.) and Andy is typically very careful around the boys because he knows how I feel about it.
But, in the last few weeks, I've realized that I was mistaken. Potty talk isn't when your kids swear. Oh, no. It apparently is an obsession with every word that could possibly be used to describe your bottom, or the product that comes out of said bottom. The more words you can string together in a "sentence", apparently, the better. And it's driving me crazy.
For example, last night we were in the truck, boys in their seats in the back.
Drew: Nicky, you're a doo-doo head!
Nick: Well, you're a booty doo-doo head!
Drew: Well, you're a poopy doo-doo booty ka-ka baby!
Nick: Well, you're a...
Me: Knock it off! Enough with the potty words!
Drew: Mom, we didn't even say potty!
Me: *roll eyes* and sigh.
Someone please tell me this is a phase and that it's a short phase. Also tell me it's totally normal, please. Because really, it annoys me, and I don't seem to be able to make it stop. Generally my boys are well behaved. I mean, they're little kids, and they can be a little wild at times, but for the most part they are good. Especially in public, where they know good behavior is expected of them at all times or else.
But if I take them to the store again only to hear one of my boys say in a loud, loud voice "Ewwww! I smell poop! I smell doody! Ewwwwww! Mom, did you poop?" I just don't know what I might do.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Tuesday
Look, a photo of me. I took it myself, for part of the 52 weeks project I mentioned a few weeks back. I'm actually almost happy with this one. Yeah, I know it's really bright. I did that on purpose. I still haven't posted a shot of all of me that's crisp and clear. It's harder than I thought to put yourself out there for comment.
I have a headache. A bad one. I've actually had a nagging one since Sunday, but today it's bad. I'm trying to ignore it, but I'll be really happy when the boys go to bed and I can just be quiet for awhile. Andy hasn't been feeling well today either and he's in a nasty, unpleasant mood, which is unusual for him. And it's annoying me, even though I probably should be more sympathetic.
My dad is back in the hospital. He went in Sunday because he was extremely short of breath. It's Tuesday and there really is still no actual diagnosis. But he's also really anemic, so he has to stay until they figure out the cause of that, too, and get it fixed. Hmmm. Do you think that's why I have a headache? (If you're family and you didn't know this, you didn't hear it from me. At least, not in front of Dad, you didn't. You know how he is.) So anyway, the boys are busily coloring pictures for him to hang in his hospital room. It's going to be quite the gallery by the time they get finished.
Um, I'm just rambling now and I have nothing of any substance to say. Sad, isn't it? You know, when I was little I had a shirt that said "Alissa-Mouth of the South". That's what my family called me because I was so chatty. Of course, I probably had nothing of any substance to say then, either...
I have a headache. A bad one. I've actually had a nagging one since Sunday, but today it's bad. I'm trying to ignore it, but I'll be really happy when the boys go to bed and I can just be quiet for awhile. Andy hasn't been feeling well today either and he's in a nasty, unpleasant mood, which is unusual for him. And it's annoying me, even though I probably should be more sympathetic.
My dad is back in the hospital. He went in Sunday because he was extremely short of breath. It's Tuesday and there really is still no actual diagnosis. But he's also really anemic, so he has to stay until they figure out the cause of that, too, and get it fixed. Hmmm. Do you think that's why I have a headache? (If you're family and you didn't know this, you didn't hear it from me. At least, not in front of Dad, you didn't. You know how he is.) So anyway, the boys are busily coloring pictures for him to hang in his hospital room. It's going to be quite the gallery by the time they get finished.
Um, I'm just rambling now and I have nothing of any substance to say. Sad, isn't it? You know, when I was little I had a shirt that said "Alissa-Mouth of the South". That's what my family called me because I was so chatty. Of course, I probably had nothing of any substance to say then, either...
Sunday, April 15, 2007
My Goodness
It's been about a year and a half since started this blog. My initial reason for blogging was simple: My family and many friends live far, far away. I thought a blog would be a fun, easy way to keep everyone up to date. Well, that's still a reason that I blog. But now there is so much more. I discovered that blogging is very therapeutic. I can put "out there" whatever is in my head, and it keeps me from bottling everything up inside. I can say things that I want my family to know without actually having to say them out loud. Most importantly, though, are the friends I've made. And you are my friends, even those of you that I've never met in real life. You all know so much more about me, and often are much more supportive of me, than many many people that I see every day. And I love you all for it.
One thing I never expected, though was to really affect any of you guys. I don't do posts on politics or religion or controversial parenting topics. I mostly just talk about what's on my mind. That's why I was so surprised, and flattered, when Kristin nominated me for a Thinking Blogger Award.
Isn't that cool? To think that I have any effect on your lives is a little startling, but I like it. Everyone likes to be liked, right? My buddy Debra, who I would have nominated, also got an award from Kristin. Way to go! The rules state that I should nominate 5 more bloggers that make me think, so here goes, in no particular order:
And then, then, as if a Thinking Blogger Award wasn't enough, Lisa went and nominated me for the Best Photography Blog over at the Blogger's Choice Awards. I don't think I can say this enough, and truly, I'm not looking for praise when I say it, but really? You guys honestly think my photos are that good? Wow. I'm up against some real pros over there, but if you'd like to head over there and vote for me that'd be great! I put a little button over there on the sidebar, too, just for bragging rights. You have to create an account to vote, though, and if you don't want to that's alright, too.
OK, I know it's still Sunday, but this is my Monday post. All those links were labor intensive (whew!) and I knew I wouldn't have the time for it tomorrow night. So, thank you again everyone, and I'll see you Tuesday!
One thing I never expected, though was to really affect any of you guys. I don't do posts on politics or religion or controversial parenting topics. I mostly just talk about what's on my mind. That's why I was so surprised, and flattered, when Kristin nominated me for a Thinking Blogger Award.
Isn't that cool? To think that I have any effect on your lives is a little startling, but I like it. Everyone likes to be liked, right? My buddy Debra, who I would have nominated, also got an award from Kristin. Way to go! The rules state that I should nominate 5 more bloggers that make me think, so here goes, in no particular order:
- Kristen and John, at Home on the Fringe. They have two little boys who remind me alot of my children, and their humorous but sometimes scarily familiar take on life always makes me smile.
- Wesley Jeanne at Mountain Mama, also of Blue Ridge Dreaming. What can I say? I like her. She posts beautiful photos and descriptions of her life in the Blue Ridge Mountains.
- Lisa at Midwestern Mommy. She's funny and witty and always makes me laugh. And then she'll toss in a serious post that makes me do some real thinking.
- Briana at Life With Boys. I've known Briana a long time, and even though she's relatively new to blogging she's really good. Her children and mine are similar in age and she's always got great stories to share.
- Alison at Party of 3. Just read a few of her posts. You'll see why I nominated her.
And then, then, as if a Thinking Blogger Award wasn't enough, Lisa went and nominated me for the Best Photography Blog over at the Blogger's Choice Awards. I don't think I can say this enough, and truly, I'm not looking for praise when I say it, but really? You guys honestly think my photos are that good? Wow. I'm up against some real pros over there, but if you'd like to head over there and vote for me that'd be great! I put a little button over there on the sidebar, too, just for bragging rights. You have to create an account to vote, though, and if you don't want to that's alright, too.
OK, I know it's still Sunday, but this is my Monday post. All those links were labor intensive (whew!) and I knew I wouldn't have the time for it tomorrow night. So, thank you again everyone, and I'll see you Tuesday!
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Photo Sunday #29: It's All About The Boys (and a little about me, too)
Superman Lives Here
Superman has moved into my home.Nick got this shirt last Saturday from his Great-Grandpa Hewitt. I think he's worn it 4 of the 7 days since then. He LOVES it. He even introduces himself as Superman, and flies around the house.
And yes, that's a Cinderella sippy cup he's got there. Don't ask me. We found it while I was cleaning out the tupperware cabinet, and he has insisted on drinking out of it all day. I'm assuming it will grow old in a day or two, or the cup may just mysteriously go missing. It's not the Cinderella part I have an issue with, it's the sippy part.
If the weather clears we're having friends over for supper tonight--burgers and roasted potatoes on the grill while the kids play in the yard. If it keeps raining I guess we'll have to postpone a week or two. Cross your fingers for us--the boys are excited.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Overheard
Several things I've overheard lately that have made me smile:
Nick: "Drew, let's get a banana."
Drew: "OK. Wait, they're gone! Daddy ate the last banana!"
Nick: "He knows better than that..."
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From the living room I hear a smack, and then Drew starts to cry...
Drew: "Mom! Nick hit me!"
Nick: "Drew, grow up and be a man!"
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We are in the truck, the boys in the back...
Drew: "Mom, Cameron told me the 'A' word. You're never supposed to say the 'A' word."
Me: "That's right. The 'A' word is not a nice word. I don't ever want to hear you say it."
Drew (whispering): "Nick, I know the 'A' word. We're not supposed to say it, but Cameron told me it."
Nick (whispering): "What is the 'A' word?"
Drew (whispering): "It's 'Ask'. You should never let Mama hear you say 'Ask'."
Nick (not whispering now): "Ask isn't a bad word!"
Drew: *gasp* "Mom! Nick said the 'A' word!"
There were more I was thinking of to share, but they've slipped my mind, so that's all you're getting for now. Hope they gave you a smile on this TGIF!
Oh, and I almost forgot. I want everyone (that means you!) to go here and look at my mom's latest painting. She painted if from one of my photographs. I am so impressed--it's awesome! In the comments I provided the link to the original photo, if you'd like to compare...
Nick: "Drew, let's get a banana."
Drew: "OK. Wait, they're gone! Daddy ate the last banana!"
Nick: "He knows better than that..."
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From the living room I hear a smack, and then Drew starts to cry...
Drew: "Mom! Nick hit me!"
Nick: "Drew, grow up and be a man!"
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We are in the truck, the boys in the back...
Drew: "Mom, Cameron told me the 'A' word. You're never supposed to say the 'A' word."
Me: "That's right. The 'A' word is not a nice word. I don't ever want to hear you say it."
Drew (whispering): "Nick, I know the 'A' word. We're not supposed to say it, but Cameron told me it."
Nick (whispering): "What is the 'A' word?"
Drew (whispering): "It's 'Ask'. You should never let Mama hear you say 'Ask'."
Nick (not whispering now): "Ask isn't a bad word!"
Drew: *gasp* "Mom! Nick said the 'A' word!"
There were more I was thinking of to share, but they've slipped my mind, so that's all you're getting for now. Hope they gave you a smile on this TGIF!
Oh, and I almost forgot. I want everyone (that means you!) to go here and look at my mom's latest painting. She painted if from one of my photographs. I am so impressed--it's awesome! In the comments I provided the link to the original photo, if you'd like to compare...
Thursday, April 12, 2007
The Photo
This is the photo that caused all the commotion yesterday. The one that put 12 extra miles on my truck and convinced my family once and for all that I'm crazy. What do you think? Was it worth the trouble? You can see it larger on Flickr if you click on it and choose "All Sizes". It's even more impressive large, if you have a big monitor.
When I was growing up, we (the 3 kids) always had chores, both in the house and outside. I don't remember how old we were when we were assigned our first duties, but it must have been fairly young, because I don't ever remember not having stuff to do. Little things like setting the table and taking the scraps to the pigs are my earliest recollections.
I'm thinking the boys are getting old enough to have household responsibilities. They already are expected to do certain things, like putting their dirty clothes into the hamper when they take them off and putting their dishes in the sink after eating and picking up their toys before bed. General "pick up after yourself" type chores. So, what else do you think they should be able to do at this age? They'll be 6 and 4 this coming July. I'm thinking this summer they can be in charge of watering the flowers. Does that sound reasonable? I think maybe they could dust, too, with one of those Pledge wipes or a Swiffer duster. Suggestions are welcome, as well as a method of keeping up with who does what. A chore chart, maybe?
Along those same lines...
When we were growing up my dad was a pretty strict guy. He's not so much now, but that's neither here nor there. The point is, you really didn't want to mess up when you were doing something he told you to do. I'm not saying he was mean, not at all. He was just very much a perfectionist. Unfortunately for him, this sometimes worked against him when we were willing to get hollered at a bit.
Let's say he asked us to hose off the patio and sidewalk. We all knew the "proper" way to do it--where we should start, the direction the hose should point, how long it should take, etc... But, if we just weren't feeling it, all we had to do was do it "wrong" when Daddy could see. He'd yell for a minute, and then just take over and do it himself, muttering the whole time about "if you want something done right you have to do it yourself".
Why did I tell you that story?
Because today I realized that I do the same thing. And not only did my husband figure it out long ago, but my kids already got it, too. Just a few minutes ago, as I was disgustedly picking up the Hot Wheels because Drew was doing it one at a time and taking forever and not listening to me when I told him to move the container closer so it would be easier, I looked over and noticed him contentedly watching television. And I swear when he thought he wasn't looking he grinned. And I knew. I knew he deliberately provoked me so I would do it for him. And I couldn't even be mad about that, because not only is that really smart on his part, and not only did I do the exact same thing to my dad, I know the only person truly responsible for picking up those cars was myself.
What goes around comes around, I guess.
When I was growing up, we (the 3 kids) always had chores, both in the house and outside. I don't remember how old we were when we were assigned our first duties, but it must have been fairly young, because I don't ever remember not having stuff to do. Little things like setting the table and taking the scraps to the pigs are my earliest recollections.
I'm thinking the boys are getting old enough to have household responsibilities. They already are expected to do certain things, like putting their dirty clothes into the hamper when they take them off and putting their dishes in the sink after eating and picking up their toys before bed. General "pick up after yourself" type chores. So, what else do you think they should be able to do at this age? They'll be 6 and 4 this coming July. I'm thinking this summer they can be in charge of watering the flowers. Does that sound reasonable? I think maybe they could dust, too, with one of those Pledge wipes or a Swiffer duster. Suggestions are welcome, as well as a method of keeping up with who does what. A chore chart, maybe?
Along those same lines...
When we were growing up my dad was a pretty strict guy. He's not so much now, but that's neither here nor there. The point is, you really didn't want to mess up when you were doing something he told you to do. I'm not saying he was mean, not at all. He was just very much a perfectionist. Unfortunately for him, this sometimes worked against him when we were willing to get hollered at a bit.
Let's say he asked us to hose off the patio and sidewalk. We all knew the "proper" way to do it--where we should start, the direction the hose should point, how long it should take, etc... But, if we just weren't feeling it, all we had to do was do it "wrong" when Daddy could see. He'd yell for a minute, and then just take over and do it himself, muttering the whole time about "if you want something done right you have to do it yourself".
Why did I tell you that story?
Because today I realized that I do the same thing. And not only did my husband figure it out long ago, but my kids already got it, too. Just a few minutes ago, as I was disgustedly picking up the Hot Wheels because Drew was doing it one at a time and taking forever and not listening to me when I told him to move the container closer so it would be easier, I looked over and noticed him contentedly watching television. And I swear when he thought he wasn't looking he grinned. And I knew. I knew he deliberately provoked me so I would do it for him. And I couldn't even be mad about that, because not only is that really smart on his part, and not only did I do the exact same thing to my dad, I know the only person truly responsible for picking up those cars was myself.
What goes around comes around, I guess.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Free Candy
Would anyone like some Easter candy? Because we have alot. Alot. And I've even already sent some to work with Andy. The candy is free. Just drop by, and I'll load you up a baggie full. I might even give you two baggies full, if you ask nicely.
So, I think I'm officially well. I am actually contemplating eating supper, which, if I do actually eat something, will be my first real meal since supper on Sunday. But I may wait until morning, just in case, because I'm not really starving or anything and I don't want to tempt fate.
My family now officially thinks I'm insane. I was on my way home this afternoon and I saw the perfect photograph. Except, I was 5 miles from home and didn't have my camera. I drove home, left the truck running in the driveway, ran in the house and announced that I had to go take a picture and if anyone wanted to come they had better get in the truck NOW. And off we went, back 5 miles to the bypass and the perfect light. And then right back home. Drew told me that I'm crazy. Oh well, maybe. But if the shot turns out as dramatic as I'm hoping, it'll be worth it. It's still in my camera, waiting for download and editing. That's my next project. I'll post it tomorrow.
So, I think I'm officially well. I am actually contemplating eating supper, which, if I do actually eat something, will be my first real meal since supper on Sunday. But I may wait until morning, just in case, because I'm not really starving or anything and I don't want to tempt fate.
My family now officially thinks I'm insane. I was on my way home this afternoon and I saw the perfect photograph. Except, I was 5 miles from home and didn't have my camera. I drove home, left the truck running in the driveway, ran in the house and announced that I had to go take a picture and if anyone wanted to come they had better get in the truck NOW. And off we went, back 5 miles to the bypass and the perfect light. And then right back home. Drew told me that I'm crazy. Oh well, maybe. But if the shot turns out as dramatic as I'm hoping, it'll be worth it. It's still in my camera, waiting for download and editing. That's my next project. I'll post it tomorrow.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Still Alive
Well, I'm still here. For a little while there I had my doubts. It's been a long time since I've been that sick. Even the boys were extra good to me after I picked them up after they saw how bad off I was. Andy brought me some ginger ale and some applesauce when he came home last night, and I managed a small glass of the ginger ale before I went to bed. This morning I still felt yucky, but not horribly so, so I came on to work. As the day wears on I'm improving, and I had a small milkshake for lunch. If that does alright I'll attempt to eat supper tonight.
Our Easter weekend was very nice. You can see a small sampling of the photos I took on my Flickr page here. Everyone had a wonderful time coloring eggs and just spending time with family. The boys, especially, had a blast. After coloring eggs, Drew spent the night with my youngest brother Doug and his wife Kellie. He's still talking about it. Doug had better watch out, because as soon as he's old enough Drew is going to move in on Kellie.
Drew being gone Sat. night left Nick all alone with me and his grandparents, and he enjoyed the extra attention. Sunday morning Kellie brought Drew home, and my other brother Chip, along with Shira and Aiva, also came out to visit. Everyone played and got along and had a marvelous time.
We decided on mac and cheese for lunch, and Nicholas helped cook it. He loves to cook, and he's a really big help. He's also a little boy, so it should not surprise any of you when I tell you that my mom said to him "This part is hot, don't touch it" and he immediately put his finger on it. Oh, how he cried. The entire pad of his index finger is a blister.
Shortly after that we headed home, and both boys slept the entire way. When Nick woke up and inspected his blister, he discovered that it no longer hurt very bad, and that it was actually quite cool. He calls it his bubble finger, and shows it to everyone we see. Last night I even drew a smiley face on it for him.
OK, so there's our weekend. It was nice. And yesterday is over, which is good. Today has been a nice day, and I imagine I'll finally get around to mowing the lawn this evening. It's warming back up, the sun is shining, and all is well.
(Oh, and we're finally getting our car back today! That in itself is a reason for celebration!)
Our Easter weekend was very nice. You can see a small sampling of the photos I took on my Flickr page here. Everyone had a wonderful time coloring eggs and just spending time with family. The boys, especially, had a blast. After coloring eggs, Drew spent the night with my youngest brother Doug and his wife Kellie. He's still talking about it. Doug had better watch out, because as soon as he's old enough Drew is going to move in on Kellie.
Drew being gone Sat. night left Nick all alone with me and his grandparents, and he enjoyed the extra attention. Sunday morning Kellie brought Drew home, and my other brother Chip, along with Shira and Aiva, also came out to visit. Everyone played and got along and had a marvelous time.
We decided on mac and cheese for lunch, and Nicholas helped cook it. He loves to cook, and he's a really big help. He's also a little boy, so it should not surprise any of you when I tell you that my mom said to him "This part is hot, don't touch it" and he immediately put his finger on it. Oh, how he cried. The entire pad of his index finger is a blister.
Shortly after that we headed home, and both boys slept the entire way. When Nick woke up and inspected his blister, he discovered that it no longer hurt very bad, and that it was actually quite cool. He calls it his bubble finger, and shows it to everyone we see. Last night I even drew a smiley face on it for him.
OK, so there's our weekend. It was nice. And yesterday is over, which is good. Today has been a nice day, and I imagine I'll finally get around to mowing the lawn this evening. It's warming back up, the sun is shining, and all is well.
(Oh, and we're finally getting our car back today! That in itself is a reason for celebration!)
Monday, April 09, 2007
Sick Day
I'm pretty sure that it wasn't too long ago that I had a post with the title "Sick Day". I didn't go back and look, but whenever it was I am certain that it pertained to the boys.
Today I'm having the sick day.
I woke up about midnight with an upset stomach, thinking I probably just ate too much candy or candy too close to bedtime and that it would be fine by morning. Um, no. I attempted to go to work but lasted about 30 minutes before returning home and crawling back into bed fully dressed.
I slept solidly until 10:30 AM, at which time my stomach made a valiant attempt at emptying itself yet again, even though it was most certainly already empty. I slept some more until nearly noon, and now here I am.
I think I'm feeling better. I think. Of course, you know how these stomach virus things are. But if it was the 12 hour kind then I'm good, because that's how long it's been.
So, no witty banter today, even though I promised happy, shiny thoughts for this week. I'm going to go collapse on the couch and recuperate, and hope that the silver lining will be that this shaved a couple of the Easter weekend pounds off of me!
Ya'll have a good day, and I'll do the Easter weekend recap tomorrow, complete with egg coloring, lots of playing, and only one injury. It was nice.
edited to add: 1:15, and I was wrong. Not better yet. *sigh*
Today I'm having the sick day.
I woke up about midnight with an upset stomach, thinking I probably just ate too much candy or candy too close to bedtime and that it would be fine by morning. Um, no. I attempted to go to work but lasted about 30 minutes before returning home and crawling back into bed fully dressed.
I slept solidly until 10:30 AM, at which time my stomach made a valiant attempt at emptying itself yet again, even though it was most certainly already empty. I slept some more until nearly noon, and now here I am.
I think I'm feeling better. I think. Of course, you know how these stomach virus things are. But if it was the 12 hour kind then I'm good, because that's how long it's been.
So, no witty banter today, even though I promised happy, shiny thoughts for this week. I'm going to go collapse on the couch and recuperate, and hope that the silver lining will be that this shaved a couple of the Easter weekend pounds off of me!
Ya'll have a good day, and I'll do the Easter weekend recap tomorrow, complete with egg coloring, lots of playing, and only one injury. It was nice.
edited to add: 1:15, and I was wrong. Not better yet. *sigh*
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Photo (Easter) Sunday #28: We are Family
The photo BEFORE everyone is in position, while I was checking my remote. Fun, isn't it?
Everyone but Andy
These are a little grainy due to the high ISO and the poor lighting, but all in all I think they came out really well.
Everyone, meet my family.
Everyone, meet my family.
Labels: Photo Sunday
Friday, April 06, 2007
An Easter Retrospective
easter bunny">Drew, 8 months old
Drew, nearly 2, and his buddy Madison
Drew, Madison, and Nick coloring Easter Eggs
Drew and Nick with their baskets--Drew is almost 3, Nick is 9 months old.
They colored eggs. Drew is almost 4, Nick almost 2
Nicky, almost 2, with his basket on Easter morning.
For some reason, I don't have any photos from last Easter online. I don't really know why, but I'm too lazy to go back through all my CD's and find them, so you're skipping a year.
We are going to visit my parents/grandpa for Easter weekend, so this is all you're getting until at least Sunday evening, possibly Monday. I'm hoping to get some great shots this weekend to put up late on Sunday for an Easter edition of Photo Sunday, and I promise that next week this blog will be shiny and happy and not full of whining.
Everyone have a great weekend!
We are going to visit my parents/grandpa for Easter weekend, so this is all you're getting until at least Sunday evening, possibly Monday. I'm hoping to get some great shots this weekend to put up late on Sunday for an Easter edition of Photo Sunday, and I promise that next week this blog will be shiny and happy and not full of whining.
Everyone have a great weekend!
Thursday, April 05, 2007
I have no title today
That photo is Nicky's "girlfriend", Emily. I took it today. It's nice, isn't it? I'm rather proud of it, so I thought I'd show it off a bit.
News about out car today was initially bad, but is now alright. See, once the dealer fixed the ignition, they realized that re-initializing the computer caused more issues with some solenoid, which made the car able to be started, but the gear box sticks and the key still sticks in the ignition, just like it did before. Estimate to repair? Another $400. BUT, the dealer showed us the original ignition, and it appears that Bob didn't just "break a delicate part while trying to diagnose an issue", but someone forced the wrong key into the ignition and then tried to turn it. Uh huh, you get it now, right? He really did break the car. It was damaged in the first place, but he made it flat out dead. So, I called Bob and then Andy visited Bob. They are going to repair all this new stuff for free--parts, labor, and everything. I didn't push for money for the original ignition repair because, even though he broke it, it was going to break anyway, and probably sooner than later. At least this way we didn't get stranded somewhere. AND, since Bob broke the car and I kicked up such a fuss about it at the dealer and they felt sorry for me, they took $50 off of the repair price, making it $725 instead of $775. So, still not a wonderful day or anything, but not nearly as bad as it could have been. The car is sitting back at Bob's now, and hopefully we'll get it back early next week.
So, because we were feeling sorry for ourselves we had dinner at Shoney's, and ice cream for dessert at Sonic. Nothing like drowning your sorrows with burgers and milkshakes.
This has been, quite possibly, the most boring, self-serving week this blog has ever had. If you're still reading, thank you so much, and I promise next week will be more pleasant, informative, and exciting.
News about out car today was initially bad, but is now alright. See, once the dealer fixed the ignition, they realized that re-initializing the computer caused more issues with some solenoid, which made the car able to be started, but the gear box sticks and the key still sticks in the ignition, just like it did before. Estimate to repair? Another $400. BUT, the dealer showed us the original ignition, and it appears that Bob didn't just "break a delicate part while trying to diagnose an issue", but someone forced the wrong key into the ignition and then tried to turn it. Uh huh, you get it now, right? He really did break the car. It was damaged in the first place, but he made it flat out dead. So, I called Bob and then Andy visited Bob. They are going to repair all this new stuff for free--parts, labor, and everything. I didn't push for money for the original ignition repair because, even though he broke it, it was going to break anyway, and probably sooner than later. At least this way we didn't get stranded somewhere. AND, since Bob broke the car and I kicked up such a fuss about it at the dealer and they felt sorry for me, they took $50 off of the repair price, making it $725 instead of $775. So, still not a wonderful day or anything, but not nearly as bad as it could have been. The car is sitting back at Bob's now, and hopefully we'll get it back early next week.
So, because we were feeling sorry for ourselves we had dinner at Shoney's, and ice cream for dessert at Sonic. Nothing like drowning your sorrows with burgers and milkshakes.
This has been, quite possibly, the most boring, self-serving week this blog has ever had. If you're still reading, thank you so much, and I promise next week will be more pleasant, informative, and exciting.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Stormy Weather
We had our first big storm of the season last night, one day after the anniversary of the tornado that destroyed our county last year.
It was a little creepy, the way the weather presented in exactly the same way. It was a beautiful day early on, and the later it got the cloudier the skies became and the closer the air felt. It was breezy most of the day, but around 6:00 it got really still. Then, out of nowhere (and coming from an unusual direction) the wind kicked up really hard and really cold. The temperature dropped 25 degrees in half an hour. There was thunder and lightning, rain and hail, and we had what they term "straight-line winds" that can cause considerable damage.
The boys handled it well, actually better than they've handled any weather at all since the tornado. I was a little jittery, and even Andy seemed unsettled. "It's just a storm" we kept saying to ourselves, and to each other, "nothing we don't see 20 times every spring". And this is true, it was very typical weather for April.
I felt really silly. First of all, tornadoes rarely hit the same place twice ever, much less 2 years in a row. Second of all, our home was barely damaged. We weren't in the storm, just near it.
I felt less silly when some friends called to see what the weather was like in our neck of the woods, because it seems suspiciously windy at their house. I felt considerably better this morning when co-workers that live in the tornado-damaged areas all were talking this morning about how the storm made then nervous. Apparently it's not just me.
But hey, at least these days a good storm is a good photo opportunity, right?
It was a little creepy, the way the weather presented in exactly the same way. It was a beautiful day early on, and the later it got the cloudier the skies became and the closer the air felt. It was breezy most of the day, but around 6:00 it got really still. Then, out of nowhere (and coming from an unusual direction) the wind kicked up really hard and really cold. The temperature dropped 25 degrees in half an hour. There was thunder and lightning, rain and hail, and we had what they term "straight-line winds" that can cause considerable damage.
The boys handled it well, actually better than they've handled any weather at all since the tornado. I was a little jittery, and even Andy seemed unsettled. "It's just a storm" we kept saying to ourselves, and to each other, "nothing we don't see 20 times every spring". And this is true, it was very typical weather for April.
I felt really silly. First of all, tornadoes rarely hit the same place twice ever, much less 2 years in a row. Second of all, our home was barely damaged. We weren't in the storm, just near it.
I felt less silly when some friends called to see what the weather was like in our neck of the woods, because it seems suspiciously windy at their house. I felt considerably better this morning when co-workers that live in the tornado-damaged areas all were talking this morning about how the storm made then nervous. Apparently it's not just me.
But hey, at least these days a good storm is a good photo opportunity, right?
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Change in Plans
Well, I was planning on posting a beautiful landscape shot that totally made the new lens worth the money, just to prove a petty point to Anonymous. But Drew provided me with this spectacular injury to tell you about, and no story is complete without an accompanying photo.
It's so difficult to photograph injuries. I don't know why. But look closely--there is the little bloody hole, and then 3 additional marble-sized lumps that are slowly but surely turning purple.
We were out at our friends house, having my mower worked on (friends are good for that). We got the mower finished and back into the truck, and then chatted for awhile while the boys played with the dog.
At some point Drew decided he wanted to get into the back of the truck, and began climbing over the closed tailgate. The tailgate wasn't all the way latched, apparently (my fault) and fell open. Drew fell straight back off of the tailgate onto the gravel drive. Each little bump you see represents a piece of gravel. He also has several bruises/swellings on his back and shoulders. He landed flat on the gravel, and it's that big chunky gravel, not the little stuff.
Fortunately, only the one bled. But head wounds bleed ALOT, and it was just pumping out of there. Drew cried when he hit the ground, but when he saw the blood on my hands it became more of a scream. Quite unpleasant for all involved. Fortunately for Drew none of the adults present are the type to panic, and the blood was quickly cleaned up and the pain taken away with the aid of a hug from Mandy and a can of Pepsi.
He seems fine now, and although he says his head hurts he's refusing Tylenol. So I'm guessing he's gonna live.
Sheesh, when it's not one thing around here it's another. At least this time it was Drew--usually I'm mopping the blood off of Nicky. Poor Nick needed a break for a change!
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Ok, for all of you concerned about the cow--she is fine. The calf died. As a matter of fact, it was probably dead when I found her yesterday afternoon. Finally this morning she tired enough to slow down and be caught, and they pulled the calf with no difficulty. We think it had an elbow hung. Not the best outcome, but better than losing the calf AND the cow.
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The car will be fixed next week. Sometimes when things look gloomy and bleak you can get so caught up in the NOW that you forget about the big picture. We are very fortunate to have family and friends that love us and want to help us out. We have our home and our health (well, most of us are healthy and uninjured!) and food in the cabinets. There are people in this world who are not nearly as fortunate as we are, and no matter how much I might like to think I've got troubles I've really got it pretty good. So, no more whining.
Like my mom would say, life is good...
Dear Anonymous
Someone too cowardly to sign their name left me a nasty little comment on the post before this one. It says, and I quote,
" I don't know about you, but I would be feeling quite guilty right now if I had spent nearly $600.00 on myself for camera equipment. Just how I would be feeling...... "
Well, my dear Anonymous friend, you must know me very well. Very well, indeed, to be able to know exactly how I feel. Because I do, I feel very guilty about that. I felt guilty about that money when I spent it. I feel guilty about every dime that I spend that's not fully for the benefit of my children or my family as a whole, as do many parents that I know.
But you know what? That's not really how it works. We had a windfall. Not a big one, but it meant alot to us. And there was no way of knowing that one week later we would be facing a major expenditure. No way at all. We had set aside money for the necessary car repairs, in a very responsible manner. This was an unforeseen event.
Should we also feel guilty about the dinners we ate out? About the new shoes my husband purchased, or the new clothes I bought for the boys? What about the family vacation we set aside money for--should we feel guilty about that, too? My husband urged me to buy those things because he knew it would make me happy (as a matter of fact, he nearly bought them himself before I even knew he had the money, because he knew I'd balk at spending it), and he immediately vetoed the idea of selling them to pay for the car repair. I did not purchase camera equipment for myself. We purchased it for me. Because I work hard and I deserve nice things, as do my husband and my children.
You, Anonymous, are not welcome here. I have a pretty decent idea who you are, because I know the time you left the comment and StatCounter only shows 3 visitors in that time frame. It's usually pretty easy to spot the cowards and troublemakers in a crowd--they're the ones hiding their faces and calling themselves Anonymous, too afraid to associate their names with their opinions.
This is my space, and I am free to write as I please, and you may keep your nasty, petty comments to yourself.
Now, I will be back tonight for regularly scheduled blogging. A post in which I will showcase a photograph taken with my brand-new, guilt-inducing lens and flash.
Monday, April 02, 2007
Why I am Crabby
I am crabby because
- It's 8:30 and I just now got home
- with both boys
- and without having eaten supper yet
- because I've been chasing a cow for 4 hours
- that has 2 feet and a placenta hanging out of her back end, but no nose visible
- which is bad
- and we couldn't catch her no matter what we tried
- and I got hollered at, even though I was doing the best I could
- and I'm pretty sure I scratched my truck, too
- and I'm not even sure the calf is going to make it, if it's not already dead
- or even if the cow will make it.
- AND...
- Bob did pay for the tow of my car
- but the $50 I saved is a drop in the bucket
- compared to the $775 it's going to take to fix the car
- and I only have $300 set back for the vacation we were going to take
- and I have no clue where I'm going to get another $475
- AND they have to order the part
- and it's going to take a week
- which means that for the next week or more we only have one vehicle
- and that means that I am the only one available to pick up or drop off the boys
- and if Andy needs to go to town I'm stuck here unless it's police business and he can use the cruiser
- BUT, at least I have another week to come up with the money