I forced my two young children to brave the heat and go cemetery hunting today. I love cemetery hunting, there is always a good picture in a cemetery - well, most of the time. And as I have been working on my family tree cemeteries have become even more of an obsession as of late. So, I chose a cemetery I hadn't been to in a long time and tried to hunt down some photos for find-a-grave. Well, no go. My boys and I trudged up and down the rows looking for two little graves in the oldest catholic cemetery in Dallas without luck. I often comment that I'm hunting dead people in my family tree search. When you do that for yourself and you know how frustrating locating something can be you want to be able to help people do the same in their search. If trudging through a cemetery can help someone else....who am I to deny myself the pleasure of helping someone else in their search. It's really kind of pleasing to do something nice for other people. In fact I wish more people thought of other people on a daily basis.
Now I'm totally thinking of myself after showering (trust me after an hour in the Texas sun in a cemetery it was needed) and dealing with my oldest's heat rash. Seriously - its a million degrees in Texas, even before lunch. It feels like hiking on the planet Mercury. I'm sitting here wondering how I can get away with remaining in my husband's boxer shorts and promotional Dallas Stars t-shirt until bedtime; without coming across as completely anti-social or a boring old hag who has nothing better to do. Well, I might not have anything better to do, I'm sure I could come up with something, but the heat has reduced my will to do nothing but maybe hold up my Kindle until I'm forced to try and get out of slaving over a hot stove for dinner.
WHO REALLY WANTS A HOT MEAL IN 104 DEGREE WEATHER?
Seriously. Can't we just have a salad or wine, cheese & fresh bread. Maybe a frozen margarita & chips and salsa. Any of that works for me. Will someone call my husband....
Friday, July 15, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
I'm a dangerous mom.
So my favorite family member that is not related to me, gave me & my boys the most wonderful book the last time I was in SA. 50 Dangerous Things (you should let your children do). We've had so much fun doing little things that the book says are dangerous. The kids even spent a little time doing blogposts themselves about their latest adventure. 
So far we've licked a 9-volt battery, driven a car, spent an hour blindfolded, and learn the art of swordplay. Hmm, maybe we should whittle next - but hopefully with pa-pa in charge.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Question of the day
Why is it so incredibly hard to get kids to help around the house? I have pondered this question over and over and over, all while plotting the demise of the children who ignore my existence while it is clean up time. They won't go outside to save their lives - but if they can get out of picking up a wet towel they will brave 105 degree Texas heat to avoid the task.
I'd like to blame it onthat guy I married my wonderful husband. Actually he is quite wonderful - unless he is disciplining the children - which is NEVER - or if he's playing video games - because no one must interrupt video games. NO ONE. Although, I have less respect for the guys he plays Battlefield with, as last night I discovered they were drinking wine. I love wine, but any self respecting soldier in the middle of war should not be drinking white-wine spritzers. Beer, Bourbon or Scotch - that's pretty much the only options for soldiers.
Sorry, I got distracted, back to the lazy children. How do you make lazy children clean up?
I'd like to blame it on
Sorry, I got distracted, back to the lazy children. How do you make lazy children clean up?
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Enjoy Today
I haven't posted on this thing for a million years it seems like. Maybe because life is going well and my need to vent is less than normal or maybe because I've melted in the heat in Texas. I swear if you go outside with a Popsicle it will have dripped down your arm before you can walk three steps off the deck into the grass. I'm looking forward to rainy September days, cold fronts & iced beverages.
Enjoy today!
Enjoy today!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
The Second Best Soup in My House
The first - GERMAN SAUSAGE SOUP, but that is not what's cooking in my house tonight. My husband's Bubbie used to make the most fabulous barley soup in the world. It was thick and flavorful. Her trick - blend the vegetables so the boys didn't know what they were eating. So I often make this soup and put everything I can think of in it. Today I'm making Beef Barley Soup. I'm using the left over roast & trimmings from Sunday's Pot Roast dinner.
BEEF BARLEY SOUP
It's different every time - which is the beauty of it. Here's what I did tonight. I took the left over pot roast and chopped it up and set it aside. I sauteed an onion & a garlic clove in the soup pan with a little olive oil. Then poured the left over liquid, carrots and onions from the pot roast and added a little water. I then chopped up some celery, some fresh green beans & threw in a handful of spinach for a little extra anti-oxidants. Cook till all the vegetables are tender. Get out theboat motor hand-blender and blend until smooth. Add the left over pot roast and barley (however much it takes to make a hearty soup) and cook till barley is tender. Serve with a warm loaf of fresh bread.
It's truly awesome.
Now sometimes I add potatoes, turnips, leeks, pinto beans if I don't have any beef. Mushrooms, a can of tomatoes, broccoli anything you have on hand. Make it up as you go along - that is the beauty of it. And the best part, your kids (and husbands) are eating all these healthy vegetables and they don't know it.
BEEF BARLEY SOUP
It's different every time - which is the beauty of it. Here's what I did tonight. I took the left over pot roast and chopped it up and set it aside. I sauteed an onion & a garlic clove in the soup pan with a little olive oil. Then poured the left over liquid, carrots and onions from the pot roast and added a little water. I then chopped up some celery, some fresh green beans & threw in a handful of spinach for a little extra anti-oxidants. Cook till all the vegetables are tender. Get out the
It's truly awesome.
Now sometimes I add potatoes, turnips, leeks, pinto beans if I don't have any beef. Mushrooms, a can of tomatoes, broccoli anything you have on hand. Make it up as you go along - that is the beauty of it. And the best part, your kids (and husbands) are eating all these healthy vegetables and they don't know it.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Time to vent....
I would probably do better if I posted more regularly on this blog. I need a place to vent and throw stuff out there. I need advice. I need people to reign me in before I go all crazy loon on a particular issue. That being said, I need to let loose.
My baby is yet again not being given a fair chance. He's got vision issues, you've heard that before. But this year as room mom, I've seen a whole different side of education and I'll tell you I don't like it one bit. My child is in an exemplary, blue ribbon elementary school. SO WHAT. He's gotten farther behind, because of either lack of funds, lack of interest in forwarding my child, a total lack of communication between parent & teacher and lack of follow up with special education.
I find disorganization from the teachers appalling. Several of us moms made ourselves available to the teachers to make their copies for them, to do folders, to take some of the daily busy duties away from them so they could focus on our kids. The problem, they couldn't get organized enough to let us help them, we sit there and waste our time waiting on them. We go up to help and instead of having a stack of stuff ready for us they are still conferring on what homework will be ready to go home that afternoon - mind you it is 30 minutes until the school day is over. There is a lack of control by the teachers in some of the rooms, there is a lack of organization from most of them, there is too much yelling. And my personal favorite, the reading teacher who doesn't turn her light on in her classroom.
@*&$(# !(#$&# *$&@#!
I'm waiting patiently for the Special Ed coordinator to call me back. I've talked to the assistant principal, I'm trying really hard to compose an email to the teacher that is basically now the bane of my existence. I have to take care of this logically and without emotion, and that is h-a-r-d for me. I want to go in there guns blazing and with a take no prisoners attitude. Don't tell me I need to homeschool him, I am no teacher and never will be and private school is not an option. This school needs to be completely and totally aware of the fact that they are stuck with my kid and I can only do so much and that depends on communicating to me what his problems are. You will have to explain his test scores to the world when he fails and you lose your coveted exemplary, blue ribbon status. YOU AND YOU ALONE.
My baby is yet again not being given a fair chance. He's got vision issues, you've heard that before. But this year as room mom, I've seen a whole different side of education and I'll tell you I don't like it one bit. My child is in an exemplary, blue ribbon elementary school. SO WHAT. He's gotten farther behind, because of either lack of funds, lack of interest in forwarding my child, a total lack of communication between parent & teacher and lack of follow up with special education.
I find disorganization from the teachers appalling. Several of us moms made ourselves available to the teachers to make their copies for them, to do folders, to take some of the daily busy duties away from them so they could focus on our kids. The problem, they couldn't get organized enough to let us help them, we sit there and waste our time waiting on them. We go up to help and instead of having a stack of stuff ready for us they are still conferring on what homework will be ready to go home that afternoon - mind you it is 30 minutes until the school day is over. There is a lack of control by the teachers in some of the rooms, there is a lack of organization from most of them, there is too much yelling. And my personal favorite, the reading teacher who doesn't turn her light on in her classroom.
@*&$(# !(#$&# *$&@#!
I'm waiting patiently for the Special Ed coordinator to call me back. I've talked to the assistant principal, I'm trying really hard to compose an email to the teacher that is basically now the bane of my existence. I have to take care of this logically and without emotion, and that is h-a-r-d for me. I want to go in there guns blazing and with a take no prisoners attitude. Don't tell me I need to homeschool him, I am no teacher and never will be and private school is not an option. This school needs to be completely and totally aware of the fact that they are stuck with my kid and I can only do so much and that depends on communicating to me what his problems are. You will have to explain his test scores to the world when he fails and you lose your coveted exemplary, blue ribbon status. YOU AND YOU ALONE.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
My firstborn is 10!
My firstborn is 10 today. I'd like to tell you his birth was all wine and roses, but alas, its more like George Carlin doing a stand-up routine about Richard Pryor lighting himself on fire. Yes, it was fabulous, earth-shattering and amazing, but it wasn't perfect.
Monday, January 22, 2001 I was at work. I was fat, I hadn't seen my feet in months and felt about as sexy as Rip Taylor would look in a g-string. I was going that evening to see my Dallas Stars whip up on somebody over at Reunion arena and I told the whole office I was not coming in Tuesday because I was bound and determined to be not pregnant. We were 5 rows off the glass. Now, if you ever saw a hockey game at Reunion Arena you know that 5 rows off the glass was down at the bottom of a very long staircase. I was 37 weeks pregnant, and well you really don't want to know how many times I had to walk up the stairs to go to the bathroom. Then when we left the arena, I walked up 4 flights of stairs to the car, because 1) I was surprisingly energized & 2) I didn't want to wait for the elevator. Somewhere on the way home my hormones got the better of me & well, lets just say The Husband went to sleep on the couch that night.
Somewhere along the time the 22nd became the 23rd the pain began. Just a little at first twinges on the sides of my gigantic stomach. About 3 AM I called to The Husband who was not ready to speak to me again. by 6 am I was miserable and told said husband to get his ~bleep~ off the couch and get in here. We then called the doctor and were on our way to the hospital to have the kid. ~~FYI, I passed my office manager in Monday morning traffic on the way to the hospital. I don't think I've ever mentioned that before.~~ Then got the hospital and my blood pressure was something normal over 91. Well it was the 91 that got me. The doctor decided to break my water and get on it with.
Well, we didn't get anywhere.
I eventually got an epidural - Sorry, I have a high tolerance, but there is no way we are going to have that much pain in THAT AREA and not have drugs. Sorry for all you natural childbirth people, but I wanted drugs. The nurse in the labor & delivery room wouldn't up the pain meds so I laid in that labor & delivery room in pain and not progressing. After about 3 days (really about 12 hours) the evil thing with a stethoscope said to push & well 2 & 1/2 hours later they went for tools, 15 minutes after that I'm being straddled by some blonde nurse ~funny that I remember blonde~ with her hand pushing the kid in place (yes, girls - that way) and being pushed (at a full run) by I don't know how many people down the hall to an OR.
My son was "sunny-side up" or upside down. His spine was along my spine and basically got stuck. I want to say this, my doctor - the one that wasn't on call - came up to assist with the emergency C-section. She came in all scrubbed up, looked at me and said, "You will do anything to get out of an episiotomy."
I of course laughed my evil laugh and said "I told you that on my first pre-natal appointment."
She replied with, "I didn't believe you'd take it this far."
I remember being strapped in; I remember being freezing & shaking; I remember my husband asking "What's that?" and being told "Her bladder." The next thing I knew I was being shown a naked, screaming child with a cone-head. An honest to goodness cone-head. It was from the forceps, and the little cute cap they stick on only covered the cone part of the head - you are trying to imagine this in your head right now, and yes, it was that bad.
I didn't get to hold him right away as I was strapped to a table, and all I can tell you is you don't really forget the birth - you don't forget the pain. It hurt, well, until I got the good drugs. I still laugh every time I think of what my doctor told me about the episiotomy and that the word bladder came up during delivery. I still can't believe she came up to the hospital when she wasn't on call. What I really can't believe is that it has been a decade and this cute little boy is still causing trouble.
I'm sure that The Husband will remember it completely different. I will say this, my boy E is special and I wouldn't trade him, his daddy or his little brother for anything.
Monday, January 22, 2001 I was at work. I was fat, I hadn't seen my feet in months and felt about as sexy as Rip Taylor would look in a g-string. I was going that evening to see my Dallas Stars whip up on somebody over at Reunion arena and I told the whole office I was not coming in Tuesday because I was bound and determined to be not pregnant. We were 5 rows off the glass. Now, if you ever saw a hockey game at Reunion Arena you know that 5 rows off the glass was down at the bottom of a very long staircase. I was 37 weeks pregnant, and well you really don't want to know how many times I had to walk up the stairs to go to the bathroom. Then when we left the arena, I walked up 4 flights of stairs to the car, because 1) I was surprisingly energized & 2) I didn't want to wait for the elevator. Somewhere on the way home my hormones got the better of me & well, lets just say The Husband went to sleep on the couch that night.
Somewhere along the time the 22nd became the 23rd the pain began. Just a little at first twinges on the sides of my gigantic stomach. About 3 AM I called to The Husband who was not ready to speak to me again. by 6 am I was miserable and told said husband to get his ~bleep~ off the couch and get in here. We then called the doctor and were on our way to the hospital to have the kid. ~~FYI, I passed my office manager in Monday morning traffic on the way to the hospital. I don't think I've ever mentioned that before.~~ Then got the hospital and my blood pressure was something normal over 91. Well it was the 91 that got me. The doctor decided to break my water and get on it with.
Well, we didn't get anywhere.
I eventually got an epidural - Sorry, I have a high tolerance, but there is no way we are going to have that much pain in THAT AREA and not have drugs. Sorry for all you natural childbirth people, but I wanted drugs. The nurse in the labor & delivery room wouldn't up the pain meds so I laid in that labor & delivery room in pain and not progressing. After about 3 days (really about 12 hours) the evil thing with a stethoscope said to push & well 2 & 1/2 hours later they went for tools, 15 minutes after that I'm being straddled by some blonde nurse ~funny that I remember blonde~ with her hand pushing the kid in place (yes, girls - that way) and being pushed (at a full run) by I don't know how many people down the hall to an OR.
My son was "sunny-side up" or upside down. His spine was along my spine and basically got stuck. I want to say this, my doctor - the one that wasn't on call - came up to assist with the emergency C-section. She came in all scrubbed up, looked at me and said, "You will do anything to get out of an episiotomy."
I of course laughed my evil laugh and said "I told you that on my first pre-natal appointment."
She replied with, "I didn't believe you'd take it this far."
I remember being strapped in; I remember being freezing & shaking; I remember my husband asking "What's that?" and being told "Her bladder." The next thing I knew I was being shown a naked, screaming child with a cone-head. An honest to goodness cone-head. It was from the forceps, and the little cute cap they stick on only covered the cone part of the head - you are trying to imagine this in your head right now, and yes, it was that bad.
I didn't get to hold him right away as I was strapped to a table, and all I can tell you is you don't really forget the birth - you don't forget the pain. It hurt, well, until I got the good drugs. I still laugh every time I think of what my doctor told me about the episiotomy and that the word bladder came up during delivery. I still can't believe she came up to the hospital when she wasn't on call. What I really can't believe is that it has been a decade and this cute little boy is still causing trouble.
I'm sure that The Husband will remember it completely different. I will say this, my boy E is special and I wouldn't trade him, his daddy or his little brother for anything.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Welcome to my 2011
Hello old friends. I've missed my time here lately, I hope to be back here more often in 2011. I'm going to be honest 2010 kinda sucked. Why you asked? I actually spent time in the hospital for a reason other than birthing babies. That was new to me. My baby got smashed in the face by a 9 iron. That was an experience. Too many people died. Too many people have been diagnosed with cancer ~ one very closer than you would think ~ but who prefers to remain anonymous. Its not all bad, treatment for ANON has finished and quickly and outlook so far is very positive, but it affects you. More than you realize. Your office mate having cancer and a family member having cancer are two different things. It makes you realize what is important, put things in perspective and unfortunately makes you tear up at the most inopportune times.
I'm starting another 365 project taking pictures and posting everyday. Looking forward to getting back in the groove and creating something amazing. I'm also addicted to Words with Friends. Code name: dijea if you ever want to play......
My resolution for 2011: Make somebody laugh every day. Laughter is after all the best medicine. Here's hoping that 2011 is pretty stinking fabulous!
I also noticed while finishing this post that somewhere I have a tag for underwear....I might need to go back and read that entry.
I'm starting another 365 project taking pictures and posting everyday. Looking forward to getting back in the groove and creating something amazing. I'm also addicted to Words with Friends. Code name: dijea if you ever want to play......
My resolution for 2011: Make somebody laugh every day. Laughter is after all the best medicine. Here's hoping that 2011 is pretty stinking fabulous!
I also noticed while finishing this post that somewhere I have a tag for underwear....I might need to go back and read that entry.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
The Factor Tree
I am a BZZAGENT. I review products, websites etc. and was recently offered a trial membership at The Factor Tree through BzzAgent. My kids took the intial tests and were quite captivated by it. They spent a while getting tested for the right skill level and told me they couldn't wait to get on it again. Honestly, between Thanksgiving and Hannukah holidays as well as school commitments, we haven't been back on. But I think it is a truly worth the time and effort to check out. And below you can get a two week free trial. Don't hesitate to check it out.
Use "BZZAGENT" for a 2-week trial at thefactortree.com, the better way to teach kids math! http://u.bzz.com/c252h
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
HOLYSMOKES!
OMG!Ihaven'tbeenaroundinawhile.Schoolisinsane.Iamsick.Theoldestchildissick.Husbandisannoying.Busy.Busy.Busy.Ican'tkeepgoinglikethisorIwillendupinthenuthouse.WhatkindofnutamIthatIchosetoobligatemyselflikethis?AGH!IAMGOINGCRAZY.
Monday, August 9, 2010
The glass is half full
Today is a good day. I find I am having more and more good days, with better overall attitude. It really is a mindset. Get up and tell yourself its going to be a good day. When life offers you a choice, take the positive one - especially if that choice is an emotional one.
Its so much more fun to be happy than sad. While I've always considered myself an optimist, I haven't always portrayed myself that way and I'm trying more and more every day to put forth the image I have in my mind. Its not always easy, but more and more I'm succeeding.
And I love it.
Its so much more fun to be happy than sad. While I've always considered myself an optimist, I haven't always portrayed myself that way and I'm trying more and more every day to put forth the image I have in my mind. Its not always easy, but more and more I'm succeeding.
And I love it.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Well, at least lunch was good
Today is a really hard, really emotional day for me. Why? I don't really know. I sit here at my desk ignoring all the things I should be doing - except laundry - a wife/mother can never escape the laundry. I want to be exploring nature, I want to be taking the most amazing photo that I can get lost in later. I want to be healthy (wealthy & wise). I don't want to be cleaning my bedroom. But then who really wants to be doing that?
Its a grey day here, which only translates to its not as hot in TX as it usually is, but exceptionally humid.
I didn't sleep Friday night, I passed out from exhaustion on Saturday night, then again last night spent last night up, again. That is probably my problem, lack of sleep. Well, this therapy session is going well isn't it?
I did accomplish a HUGE feat today. My kids ate what I consider a great lunch. We had bread with olive oil, fresh strawberries, some apple, sliced cucumber & two different kinds of cheeses. They agreed it was an awesome lunch and that we should have a picnic somewhere with a lunch like this. Beats frozen pizza and processed lunch meat. YEA...
And, unfortunately....back to cleaning that bedroom.
Its a grey day here, which only translates to its not as hot in TX as it usually is, but exceptionally humid.
I didn't sleep Friday night, I passed out from exhaustion on Saturday night, then again last night spent last night up, again. That is probably my problem, lack of sleep. Well, this therapy session is going well isn't it?
I did accomplish a HUGE feat today. My kids ate what I consider a great lunch. We had bread with olive oil, fresh strawberries, some apple, sliced cucumber & two different kinds of cheeses. They agreed it was an awesome lunch and that we should have a picnic somewhere with a lunch like this. Beats frozen pizza and processed lunch meat. YEA...
And, unfortunately....back to cleaning that bedroom.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Worries
There are days that are sometimes just hard. This whole week has been hard for me. I so over-think and worry when something is up with the H man. He's hurting - he won't cooperate. I can force him to do what he wants and he whines & cries or I can not and he whines & cries. I'm up all night due to the problems he has sleeping/breathing. I don't know why I worry about him 10 times more than I do E. I just do. Maybe it is because I had trouble with him from before he was born. Maybe it is the hand he's been dealt. Not that he would tell you he is any different from anyone else.
I'm overwhelmed and I can't get any perspective. I'm not sure which way to turn and I'm not sure where to go from here. Maybe I just needed to get that out. Maybe I'm just a crazed mother who's worried about her baby.
If you aren't sure what I'm talking about - click the title. It will explain it all.
I'm overwhelmed and I can't get any perspective. I'm not sure which way to turn and I'm not sure where to go from here. Maybe I just needed to get that out. Maybe I'm just a crazed mother who's worried about her baby.
If you aren't sure what I'm talking about - click the title. It will explain it all.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
How I Spent My Holiday Weekend.
Stiff neck. I had one for about two weeks, I figured I slept wrong, you would probably think the same thing. Unfortunately, that was not the explanation. Saturday, I woke up stiffer than usual with almost no range of movement in my neck. I sucked it up, got dressed and went to work. Went through the whole day carefully. Turned my whole body instead of my neck when people talked to me. Went home, hot shower, heating pad, little relief. At 2:30 I could take it no longer. I had my husband take me to the ER, the kids unfortunately had to come too.
I was released from the ER at 8 am Sunday morning. I called the office and let them know I wasn't going to be in that day, which is extremely unusual for me. I NEVER call in sick. Sunday at 8pm the pain had doubled and we dropped the kids off at my sister-in-law's and we went back to the ER. A CT, MRI and 8 hours later I was in an ambulance being transfered from the small hospital to Downtown Baylor for an ENT & Neurosurgeon consult. I have an abscess of fluid in my neck between my spinal-cord & esophagus. Lots of IVs, pain pills and other things, I'm home. Not necessarily cured, but not stuck in a place where I have to be woken up every 2 hours to check my blood pressure & temperature.
We still don't know where it came from our best guess so far is a sinus infection that went wrong. There are still tests & cultures being run. I am lacking in stamina that's for sure, but I am looking forward to an uninterrupted sleep tonight in my own bed. I want to thank my husband who took awesome care of the babies and the house while I was in the hospital and my parents who were on call to come up if it went south. Although I would love to see them, I'm glad it didn't go south. I'm off to curl up in my comfortable bed and down my pain pill(s).
Don't take your health for granted like I did. Look what a sinus infection did to me.
I was released from the ER at 8 am Sunday morning. I called the office and let them know I wasn't going to be in that day, which is extremely unusual for me. I NEVER call in sick. Sunday at 8pm the pain had doubled and we dropped the kids off at my sister-in-law's and we went back to the ER. A CT, MRI and 8 hours later I was in an ambulance being transfered from the small hospital to Downtown Baylor for an ENT & Neurosurgeon consult. I have an abscess of fluid in my neck between my spinal-cord & esophagus. Lots of IVs, pain pills and other things, I'm home. Not necessarily cured, but not stuck in a place where I have to be woken up every 2 hours to check my blood pressure & temperature.
We still don't know where it came from our best guess so far is a sinus infection that went wrong. There are still tests & cultures being run. I am lacking in stamina that's for sure, but I am looking forward to an uninterrupted sleep tonight in my own bed. I want to thank my husband who took awesome care of the babies and the house while I was in the hospital and my parents who were on call to come up if it went south. Although I would love to see them, I'm glad it didn't go south. I'm off to curl up in my comfortable bed and down my pain pill(s).
Don't take your health for granted like I did. Look what a sinus infection did to me.
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