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Friday, August 31, 2007

Love Notes



My son is at an age, where the boys and girls are already separating into groups of the same sex, but still notice one another. He has a gorgeous little four year old girlfriend, who used to be in his class last session. Now they go to separate schools, so (sigh) they only see one another from afar at birthday parties.

This past weekend, we attended yet another birthday party. I called his girlfriend's mom to see if she'd be there, and let her know that my son would be attending. This knowledge sparked this adorable little girl to write my son a love note. See it above...she drew him and her twice under the sun together. She wrote their names, but I cropped those out due to my son's and any child's privacy that I write about on my blogs.

It was the sweetest thing ever to see her hand it to him. I wondered if he'd respond in kind and smile sweetly at her. He just held on to it, without opening it and returned to making his party favor bag with the other kids. He's such a man. No matter that this beautiful girl took effort to make you something...just take it in hand and keep on movin buddy! You better believe he walked out with her though when it was time to leave. He didn't want her to leave without him.

Wednesday night another friend of mine told me her little girl had made a note for my son, but that she forgot to bring it to church. I just shook my head and thought, 'man he's such a little ladies man!'

Thursday, August 30, 2007

This Generation of Motherhood

Born in 1972 to a military dad and a domestic mom, I experienced a lot in my short life-different cultures and lifestyles. What most interesting to me was my own mother's unique ability to do 'anything' well.

My mother is the queen of all crafts. She's an artist, who designs her own patterns and creates the most beautiful stained glass art. She's a expert seamstress, who can whip up a valance and drapes in a jiffy or master the complicated art of quilting at it's highest level. She's a master gardener who always won 'best garden or yard' when I was growing up. She's literally trained as a master gardener! She's a whiz in the kitchen, cooking up the most incredible creations you've ever tasted. As we moved to state to state...or country to country, she would learn and perfect every local cuisine.

Her mother before her, my adorable Grama, was a home economics teacher who raised and fed 3 kids and all their friends. Her home was open to anyone who was hungry, and most people always ended up at their kitchen table. They had their choice of eating homemade breads, jams from her own vineyard, and fresh vegetables, which were grown in her own garden, cookies, and real home style cooking. My Grama made all the kids' clothes, cooked all their meals from scratch, and was a medical genius. Her home was immaculate and I often wondered when she had time for sleep. She even went back to get her masters in the 1940's, while raising her 3 children and maintaining the home. She was a truly amazing and loving woman, who had it all together.

I come from a long line of self sufficient, how-to wise, and ingenious women, who did it all.

Then I look around me and see my home, cluttered and crazy, and wonder how I stack up.

I often wonder why I am not just like my mother and grandmother. I feel lacking in the many arts of domesticity. I'm a good cook, but often don't have the time with my full time job...especially since my husband's food allergies/special diet leaves me with little options for feeding my family. So 'if' I had time to cook it would be two separate meals, vs. one for all three of us.

I have so many time constraints that the weekend is reserved for cleaning, so during the week I feel overwhelmed with the prospect of it. My husband's job is so demanding, he's rarely even home. So when he is...his time is dedicated to the outdoor responsibilities. Some days I feel that it's all an uphill battle.

So I choose one thing to do each day...vacuum...laundry...dishes...etc, however these are things I rarely get help with. My husband is really good about doing dishes and taking out the trash, but to see him try to vacuum or dust would be a miracle. He feels he does it all around the house, but he's never here to do it...so I'm not sure how his thought process stacks up evenly on that one.

I have a sewing machine...but do I use it? No...I have good intentions and even have some squares cut out for a T-shirt quilt, which is stacked in my closet. However it's been in my closet for 4 years, and hasn't yet been touched to turn it into the final project. I know I'm not the only mother in today's age that is in the same boat. I read a blog today that confirmed I'm one of at least a few of the same mind.

My mother had two kids, and my grandmother three. I love having my one, and wonder if I could ever handle more. I know they say you always adjust, but I can't fathom the clutter with two kids. I'm on a mission to get clutter control...banish the little toys that have no place...secretly donate the toys which aren't a favorite anymore...and firmly put my foot down when my son wants to drag out more toys out than he's put up. We've been working on the last one for a year now...hopefully it will kick in gear without me asking him.

When I compare myself to the mother's who have come before me, in my family, I feel so minute. Yet I know I'm a very giving loving mom, who has the patience of Job...most days. I adore my son and he knows how loved he is. He helps with the chores, and is responsible for things in our home. I just wish I had it together like my grandmother did and my mother does.

I think I'm missing my Grandmother a lot too today. I've felt her and my Grandfather's presence a lot in the past 3 weeks, so I guess that's what's prompted these thoughts today.

Any other mother's out there with the same thoughts? Or is it just me???

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Sisterhood



Each day I'm blessed to work for my company. Not only do I work for a great group of people, but I get the opportunity to work with my sister. She is one of a kind.

Not only is she my best friend, but she's my servicing manager. If it weren't for her I wouldn't have made this far in my career. She's my back bone and an awesome trainer!

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Why I love my husband

My husband is the one who does most of the grocery shopping in our home. Since he's got severe food allergies, he knows what he can and can't eat. So it's just more convenient for him to do than me.

Luckily for him, this means he gets to do all my shopping too...for things like female necessaties and such. He's such a good sport...especially last night, when I came home late from a funeral and forgot to pick up some pads on the way home.

He gave me that look that left no room for interpretation and got his keys. I was getting my son ready for bed, while my husband ran to Walgreens. He needed a few toiletries for himself too, so it wasn't all in vain.

Afterward successfully getting my son tucked in, I walked to my room to get ready for bed. I walked in the bathroom and picked what I expected would be normal KOTEX maxithins, except it wasn't KOTEX at all. I softly hollered into our room, "Hey what's this?"

"Oh. I couldn't find your normal brand, so I bought the Walgreens brand."

Nodding my head to myself, I thought..."Okay no biggie. I'll use their brand.""

Well imagine my surprise when I take one out of it's package. It looked a little big to be a normal maxi.
"Okay...maybe it's an overnight?!" I thought and proceeded to set it where it goes.

I walked out of the bathroom and felt unusually protected. I felt usually odd. It prompted me to walk back into the bathroom and thoroughly inspect the branded packaging.

It read: Discreet Bladder Control

I laughed my head off. No wonder he couldn't find my regular brand! He wasn't even on the right aisle....LOL!

I asked him if he read what he bought. He said he saw the word PADS and that was it! So as I had no alternatives last night, I used what he bought and felt weird the whole night through.

My silly husband is one of a kind and I wouldn't trade him for the world. He even told me that when he bought them...he firmly set them in front of the cashier and said, "I love my wife!"

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Putting Out Flames



Today my mom and son had an activity day. They went to a friend's ranch to visit their horses (notice his cowboy boots), and then made their way to one of the many fire departments throughout the city.

Usually when we visit, it's a quick tour. He gets to sit in the truck, and they'll point out all the equipment. We usually go to a different fire station each time to see them all. This time my mom told me that the squad went waaay out of their way to give him the V.I.P. tour. She took many pictures that I just had to post.

They let him see all the behind the scenes stuff! They showed him which buttons to push to make the ladder go up and down. Afterwards, fireman climbed up the ladder to wave down at my son.


Then they drove around the block with my son up front! He was way impressed! They dragged out the hose to let him hold it and spray the water across their front lawn. He told me that it got too heavy. I can imagine!






Then he got the internal view of their living arrangements. He saw them cooking in their kitchen. He toured the bunks, the work out room, and played shuffle board.
He's been playin' fireman all day with his red plastic fireman's hat they gave him, and he had to cook his own dinner tonight, just like a fireman!

This squad was truly impressive! They're above and beyond any child's wildest dreams of what a fireman is all about.

A BIG THANK YOU TO THESE FINE GENTLEMEN WHO NOT ONLY TOOK THE TIME TO SUIT UP IN FULL GEAR, BUT LET HIM HIT THEM OVER THE HEAD, WITH A MALLET, TO PROVE HOW HARD THEIR HEAD GEAR WAS!! NOW THAT'S DEDICATION!

Monday, August 20, 2007

First Day of PRE-K


Today was classic and will forever remain in my memory as one of the cutest days I've experienced with my son. Pre-K started Friday, but due to my son's surgery, I didn't start him until today. He needed a full week to recover.

His new school starts about 1/2 hour earlier than Mother's Day Out, so I thought I'd have a problem getting him up and roused. No sir! No sooner did the clock hit 7:30 a.m. and my son was up and raring to go. I heard rustling noises coming through the monitor, so I walked down the hall to peek my head in. I saw an excited child, who'd already dressed himself nicely, but who was pulling up DARK olive green knee socks. Chuckling, I entered to suggest some white ankle socks to match his red shirt and blue cotton shorts. This is what I got:

"No...this is a kid's room only Mom! No Mom's allowed!"

Okay? So I left him to his fashion blunder and continued to pack his things up. I told him he had to eat a banana as brain food before school, and finished double checking everything.

lunch? check
papers for teacher? check
art work that's due? check
back pack filled? check
back pack filled correctly with no surprises? double check

Luckily for me my son decided his knee high socks, which he'd now rolled down to his ankles, were too thick to wear with his new shoes. The one thing he 'had' to wear though was his back pack. A back pack filled to the max, because we had so many items to take and leave at school. On a normal day it wouldn't be so filled or heavy. I was planning on carrying it in for him, but he insisted on wearing in not only into the school but from our home to the car as well.

"It's my back pack and it's my school day! Mom!"

So he wore the pack, which almost knocked him down twice, to the car. The back pack was heavier than he was.

Once in his classroom, he ran up to the teacher spouting out so many words in succession that she looked at me in awe. He wanted to show her the banner we'd been assigned to work on, that symbolized our family. He didn't take note that she was in the middle of helping another child in the room. He just flew in, guns blazing, with excitement to show how hard he'd worked on his first homework assignment. She looked at me over his head with wide eyes, filled with amusement. She was almost knocked over by this 34 pound child and could tell his enthusiasm for learning was catching. I can tell she's going to be a good teacher.

Within a few minutes it was time for me to go, and he didn't need his 'mom' there to kiss him goodbye. He left me behind and ventured to the other kids, curious to see who they were. When he realized that I was still visiting with his teacher, he ran back over to me. He reached up to kiss me bye. Not as affection, mind you....but as a sign that I should go now. "BYE MOM!" he said in his deep matter of fact voice. It made me laugh! What a sweet kid he is, and well adjusted. I'm so blessed.

I left with such peace that my little baby is growing up in a good place. With a loving family, and a wonderfully fun environment at school.

Oh btw....last night he slept through the whole night! Hallelujah! So did I! And his reason for sleeping? 'Because I knew I'd have to be big enough to go to school today!'
He knows when he sleeps ... he grows!

Friday, August 17, 2007

8 days of little to no sleep

I think at this point I've forgotten how to sleep! Seriously! Here I am 2 hours past when I usually go to bed, because I'm afraid of 'not' sleeping and the frustration involved in trying. My son's surgery went well, and I thought one of the side effects he'd bonus from was sleeping!!!!!!!!

Not so far and I feel like screaming my lungs out like a baby! I am getting ready to sign off and do my nightly devotion before getting some sleep. And if it's anything like the last 4 nights, the minute I fall asleep....he'll wake up needing some Tylenol or T.L.C. which I'm more than happy provide. After all that's my job and I take it seriously, but it's also very important to be able to sleep and stay alert. I'm getting so grouchy so please God grant me the patience to make it if I don't get sleep and stay asleep!!!!

I went back to work on Wednesday and I'm really surprised that I functioned at all. I got two really big deals that I've worked hard on, so I'm thankful that God gave me some clarity to make a sentence at work let along get contracts done. Today I almost had 3 car accidents just because I couldn't focus.

I'm not sleepy, just running on empty. So Wornoutwoman I am today and tonight...slightly zombie-ish. Is there even such a word? Well, now there is ... zombie-ish...

Good night all....I hope some of you get some shut eye!

Thursday, August 16, 2007

13 Ways to Beat Summer Heat

Rebecca, my blogging buddy, just posted about her weather frustrations and how the heat in hampering her summer activities and endangering her children's well-being. She's got me thinking on ideas of how to beat the heat.

Oklahoma is well known for it's heat and humidity. I once had relatives visiting from Hawaii, where it's cool and tropical. They came to OK and were not OK! They were miserable and couldn't stand the heat. This over 15 years ago and they've sworn never to come back.

This week it's hit 100 plus every day. Today my car read 108 degrees, although I'm sure it was reading the concrete temp. The air temp was more around 100. This added to the heat index which can make it feel 112 or higher.

Norman, Oklahoma is home to the National Weather Service. We Okie's are bombarded with weather every day. It's a huge deal around here.

So how do you beat the heat?

Here are a few things we do:

*Water Sprinklers in the shade (when not on water rationing).

*Indoor Swimming Pools! Try the YMCA or any other local gym.

*Water Parks are a must. Most major cities have them. Ours is called White Water Bay.

*Use some cooling bandanas when doing yard work or any outside activity.

*Drink lots of water!! This is a must. Make it a tall glass of ICE water. Even better:
Use those old metal cups your grandmother had. They get so cold it's hard to keep your hands on the surface. Not only is it a refreshing drink, but it's a great tool to press against your neck and face to cool you down. You can usually find these at any antique store.

*Set your AC as low as you can stand it and use fans in the house. This way your AC isn't laboring and draining energy. Replace your filters monthly to make sure they're running efficiently. Then at night you'll have cooler air to sleep .

*Close your curtains! Get a dark screen to place over the outside of your windows. This will block the sun and beat the heat!! Plant a tree on the side of your home that gets the most direct sun to help with future summers to come. I planted a Chinese Pistach, a hardy tree that's grown rapidly. It's helped my summer woes on the West side of my home. Plus in the fall, they don't drop leaves. It's the perfect tree!!!

*Use a spray bottle as a spritzer and set your hot self down in front of your fan. Spritz your neck and wrists first.

*Get rid of humidity from the shower. My bathroom doesn't have a vent, so I shut my bathroom door and crack my window.

*Shut down as much electricity as possible. Lights generate a lot of heat. Ever notice when you're in a mall and those bright lights get really hot to stand underneath as you're shopping in your favorite store? That's because they're basically heat lamps!! Turn everything off that isn't necessary! In fact, grill outdoors instead of cooking inside.

*Something I've started doing this week...drying my clothes outside. Not only is it cooler in my house, but my fabrics smell better! Plus the sun helps bleach out stains! It's a win-win!

*Wear loose fitted light clothing. Dark clothing doesn't just attract mosquito's....it draws the sun's heat and zero's it in right on your body.

*Wear sandals. The more your feet breathe the cooler you'll feel!

Rebecca, hope you got to read this and it helped some. Any of you out there that want to add any suggestions...please leave a comment with how you beat the heat!!!

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Toddler sippy cups and more

For years, there have been concerns about plastics and toxins leaking into our systems. The question to eat microwave dinners or not....the dilemma of freezing bottled water. Both concerns are valid and potentially dangerous.

My aunt saw a disturbing report on the national news last week in the airport. She was waiting to board and saw a picture on TV of a sippy cup, that looked like the one my son has used. She focused on the newscast to see what it was about and was immediately concerned.

The newscaster was telling of a new report linking plastic sippy cups to neurological disorders in infants and toddlers. It reported that as adults we're less vulnerable to the dangers of bad plastics, but our kids are in danger.

I googled to see what I could and found a lot of disturbing reports out there. I found out not only was it neurological disorders that I needed to be concerned with, but genetic/fertility issues also came into play.

It's way over due to to wean my son from his sippy cups, so I feel silly stating that my four year old still uses them. NO longer....I recycled them all this week. IT was perfect timing as he couldn't use straws or sippy cups after surgery. I tossed them all out...including all his plastic cups. If it's not paper or glass, I will try not to use it.

I though you'd all like to know what I found out. Here's the link to a few reports I found:

Bad Plastic
Greenhouse
Weird Science

Here's what I'm doing to protect my family:
*Using more glass and no plastic cups
*Switching to metal and glass food storage
*Using paper towels to cover items in microwave instead of plastic wrap
*Use my water dispenser in my refridge and reducing my intake of bottles water

Monday, August 13, 2007

Surgery? What surgery?

This morning was pretty easy. We had two people come by the waiting room, from our church, to pray with us over our son. I already had peace that he wouldn't have any issues from the anesthetics. My mom is highly sensitive to it and almost hasn't woken up from it a few times. We weren't sure how my son would react.

Giving him his sleep meds...what ever they were...was pretty funny. I saw my son at four stoned from the meds, which was funny but disturbing at the same time. The reality hit when the nice nurse walked out with him, and he slurred, "Hey yooou guyzzz. Wuhhaait fer mmee rrright hr."
Translation....he wanted us to wait for him to get out in our pre-op room.

All in all it took 45 minutes or so. The nurse even called me from the surgical room when my son was put under to reassure me that everything was going smooth. The other mothers in the room all commented that they wished their doctor's would have done the same thing for them. I thought it was extremely considerate of my doctor to make sure his staff handled everything with as much professionalism as they did. They all were fantastic at informing us every step of the way.

We had a little issue with his oxygen levels when he came out of surgery, so they called me back to hold him in the post-op room. As soon as he felt my embrace, even as out of it as he was, he calmed and started breathing well.

We got home at 10ish and he slept till noon. Murphy's law...he was awake the whole time and as soon as I got him settled and sleepy again is when FedEx and UPS decided to ring the doorbell with a delivery. The dog started barking twice in 30 minutes and I had no one home to put a sign on the door...so all I could do is hold him and hope he'd sleep.

It's 9:18 p.m. and he's gotten progressively better all day, which is what's expected. My favorite part of the day is when he started saying, "Mom, I can hear so much better now! And I can breathe!" He smiled in amazement and took a deep breath in and out of his nose and continued, "See! And I can hear now!"

Thank the Lord for the continued watch over me and my family!!

Friday, August 10, 2007

Trust me...this is fun!

Trust me, you will love this one. This isn’t your usual meme where someones demands you blab endlessly about yourself or even about others. No this is completely different. If you are tagged with this meme just copy and paste this text and the following rules.

The rules of this meme are simple.

1) Go to www.Google.com

2) Click on Google images

3) Type in your name and search

4) Repost (w/ a link) the picture of the oddest, craziest, strangest, coolest, oldest, etc. person that shares your name. Post multiples if you find a few you like.

5) Pass it on to at least 5 other people.


I have a few random pics that pulled up....first was one of me:





This was was when I met Rick Springfield, after having to work as a bouncer/security person at his concert when his security detail were too busy getting big busted women to rub up on them to do their own jobs. (Long story)


The next I found was of a cat, whose owner has the same name as I do.




I expected to pull up the owner's pic, but got her cat instead.


The last was a man with my name, who happens to be a pre-planning funeral specialist. His picture linked to a funeral home's website.

I look pretty good as an older man!

I'm passing it on to two others, and they can play if they wish to.

nsdesperatehousewife
TeriTeriQuiteContrary

Have a great day...I've got to finish my lunch break and get back to work!

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Please comment....

I posted this on my other site today, but felt the need to post here as well. Please go to Daily Blessings (its in my blog roll) and comment after reading this. I'd be interested to see how you feel after reading our exchange.
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I recently wrote a movie review on a recent film, and posted it at another site I author as well. I've had multiple comments at my other site, but just a few here on Daily Blessings. This morning I read a review, rather an attack and wanted to share it with you.

I think America is a beautiful place - full of so many different people, from different walks of life. Communicating across cultural differences, languages, and lifestyles can be a challenge, but it's what makes our country great. We get to freedom to express ourselves everyday and the choice to hopefully do it wisely.

Although I have no issue with what this person wrote, it is a very heated comment. This person obviously has some anger toward anyone, who isn't like they are. To me, I think it's great that everyone isn't like me. It's how you learn from eachother!

Please...I encourage you to read this person's comment and my response and let me know what you think...

Have a blessed day and for goodness sake....be nice to one another! :)

Saturday, August 04, 2007

Boot Scootin' Baby

Friday night was my sister's birthday party, which was held at an old haunt of mine. It's since changed hands and is under a new name, Club Rodeo, but it's still the same old place. A few things have changed, like the location of the dance floor. They've added a bull pen at the end, for live bull riding. The crowd last night was a little older, but it's the same ol' place. In fact, I almost could dictate what song would be played from hour to hour....country then rock....country then dance music. It was fun!

I hadn't two stepped in about 10 years, but it was like riding a bike. I danced with our friends all night as my husband left a little early to go get our son. I stayed to spend the night out on the town with my best friend and sister. She's one in the same!

And although I'm still sleepy today...it was well worth it! It was great being there with all my loved ones...from my sis & her boyfriend, to my brother in law and future sister in law and my husband and friends. I loved being there as a 30 something happily married girl.

I think the funniest part of the night was when I went to bathroom. As I was in there, I started having those occasional 20 something flashbacks to when I was in there primping in the mirror to make sure I looked my best. In my mind, I saw my best friend Whit and I sharing lipstick and checking ourselves to make sure we were suitable to make the walk back out of the ladies room to re-enter the meat market.

Ten years later... and this time it was just me....and all I had to do was go pee. I wasn't there in a desperate rush to empty my full bladder from all the beer to get back in time for a line dance. I was just there to do my business and get back to my husband, who always loves the way I look. Plus I didn't do a drunk wobble back to our section of the bar, as I stayed with in my 2 drink limit.

It was great to revisit my old stompin' grounds. Who knew 10 + years later I'd be in that same bar, but be a totally different girl?

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Crazy Dayz


So I'm really in a good mood today. Not that I'm not most days, but we all know some days are better than others. Usually most working moms get really worn out, pretty fast.

Lately though God has blessed me with so much peace. Not only has He graced me with a better outlook, but He's provided some really good things at work for me. I made top 25 for my region for last quarter, which I wasn't expecting. That was a huge surprise. Plus I sold my first contract today for a new beta product that my company has. I'm one of 30 people in the whole company to have signed a deal on it so far. God is so good. I want to shout at the top of my lungs today.....yipppeee!

On top of all this it's been really hectic at work. (Then again...when is anyone's work not hectic?) It's just been a little more crazy than normal. All I can do is laugh...especially when my husband has commented at dinner, "I call you and all I hear is: Hey babe..how's your day...Ooops that's my other line....gotto go! I swear it happened five times today!" He just laughs at me.

Being overloaded, crazily enough, is good. It makes the day pass quickly, although when you work part from home you never leave the office, and it means my pipeline is growing. And all that means is more opportunity to make a living! Amen...that's what we need around here...more ways to pay our bills!

I added a crazy pic on today's post, b/c lately I feel a little surreal! Have a great day everyone!