SATURDAY
SUNDAY
A little blood. A little pain. A little visit from the tooth fairy to make it all better.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Counting Our Losses
A little blood. A little pain. A little visit from the tooth fairy to make it all better.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Admitting My Stupidity
Tonight I logged on to the internet and read the news headlines listed on my yahoo homepage.
This is what I saw:
"Dolphins earn big fines for choreographed dance"
What? I looked at it again. Did I read that right? I even looked at my friend and read it to her, following it up with, "how in the world do you fine a dolphin?"
So I clicked on the link.
Ahhhh, the Miami Dolphins.
I used to call those blond moments. Now I call those mother-with-small-children moments.
This is what I saw:
"Dolphins earn big fines for choreographed dance"
What? I looked at it again. Did I read that right? I even looked at my friend and read it to her, following it up with, "how in the world do you fine a dolphin?"
So I clicked on the link.
Ahhhh, the Miami Dolphins.
I used to call those blond moments. Now I call those mother-with-small-children moments.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
180
It's so easy to get caught up in the little things - my water issues, the potty training fiascoes, my kids' latest terrible behavior, or how dirty the house is...
...and then something happens that makes me do a 180. It's amazing how one quick event can restructure my way of thinking and make me once again remember not to "sweat the small stuff." Cause it really is small stuff.
Friday night my husband came home from the fields and told me that he had just had his 2nd near-death experience (first one happened in 5th grade with a four wheeler). The story goes something like this: His dad was backing the wheat truck into the shed while my husband was watching so he wouldn't hit the mirrors. Apparently, one of the mirrors was in danger of decapitation, so DH instructed his father to pull forward a little bit. A "little bit" is somewhat of a relative term when it comes to large, old farm equipment. This "little bit" turned in to a significant lurch forward, somewhat like me learning to drive a stick shift. This, combined with a sloping floor, resulted in my husband being pinned at both his head and chest between the wheat truck and the metal shed doors.
Miraculously, he is okay. He has a scrape on one side of his head, a bump on the other, a cut on his ear, and a very sore chest. Sometimes we wonder if he cracked a rib, but really, for the most part, he is fine. Amazing. Even my DH, who is typically an "it's no big deal" kind of guy, admitted that he was within inches or less of being severely injured or killed.
So I'm thanking God I have a husband, and trying not to sweat the small stuff. It all pales in comparison to what might have been.
...and then something happens that makes me do a 180. It's amazing how one quick event can restructure my way of thinking and make me once again remember not to "sweat the small stuff." Cause it really is small stuff.
Friday night my husband came home from the fields and told me that he had just had his 2nd near-death experience (first one happened in 5th grade with a four wheeler). The story goes something like this: His dad was backing the wheat truck into the shed while my husband was watching so he wouldn't hit the mirrors. Apparently, one of the mirrors was in danger of decapitation, so DH instructed his father to pull forward a little bit. A "little bit" is somewhat of a relative term when it comes to large, old farm equipment. This "little bit" turned in to a significant lurch forward, somewhat like me learning to drive a stick shift. This, combined with a sloping floor, resulted in my husband being pinned at both his head and chest between the wheat truck and the metal shed doors.
Miraculously, he is okay. He has a scrape on one side of his head, a bump on the other, a cut on his ear, and a very sore chest. Sometimes we wonder if he cracked a rib, but really, for the most part, he is fine. Amazing. Even my DH, who is typically an "it's no big deal" kind of guy, admitted that he was within inches or less of being severely injured or killed.
So I'm thanking God I have a husband, and trying not to sweat the small stuff. It all pales in comparison to what might have been.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Good Grief Moments
~My 5 year old is fascinated with bottle caps. Don't ask me why, but I'm sure 10 years from now his therapist will be able to explain it. We visit the lake frequently, which assures growth of the bottle cap collection. Budweiser...Bud Light...you name it, we have it. The other night I went to a nearby Christian school to present to their board of education. Two of the board members were kind enough to carry my stack of manuals out to the van when the meeting was over. And as I opened the van door, what was there on the floor for all to see? Yep, the latest additions to the collection. Nice.
~This afternoon my 2 yo tried to refuse to take a nap. At 3:00, I finally won. And at 5:00 I went in to wake him up since it was getting late. The good news: he was already awake. The bad news: There he stood on his bed, completely naked, with his pull-up in his hand, declaring "Look, I pooped!" Sure enough. A nice pile of poop and a little puddle of pee right there on his sheets. Good grief.
~The other day in algebra class, one of my students pulled out a stack of papers to turn in. He was at least five lessons behind, which was not making me an incredibly nice teacher. Much to my delight, they all looked finished. However, he quickly let me know that he couldn't turn any of them in. Apparently, the night before, his mom told him he couldn't go anywhere until his math was complete. So he headed up to his room and filled numbers in every blank and showed her his "completed" math assignment. Then he brought them to class and told me what happened. Because he thought I would be okay with this??? So help me, if either of my boys ever try this...
One can only wonder what tomorrow will bring.
~This afternoon my 2 yo tried to refuse to take a nap. At 3:00, I finally won. And at 5:00 I went in to wake him up since it was getting late. The good news: he was already awake. The bad news: There he stood on his bed, completely naked, with his pull-up in his hand, declaring "Look, I pooped!" Sure enough. A nice pile of poop and a little puddle of pee right there on his sheets. Good grief.
~The other day in algebra class, one of my students pulled out a stack of papers to turn in. He was at least five lessons behind, which was not making me an incredibly nice teacher. Much to my delight, they all looked finished. However, he quickly let me know that he couldn't turn any of them in. Apparently, the night before, his mom told him he couldn't go anywhere until his math was complete. So he headed up to his room and filled numbers in every blank and showed her his "completed" math assignment. Then he brought them to class and told me what happened. Because he thought I would be okay with this??? So help me, if either of my boys ever try this...
One can only wonder what tomorrow will bring.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
I've heard it's theraputic to write down what you're feeling...
Dear Water System People,
Two and a half years ago when you showed up at my door I thought you would be my knights in shining armor. We had just built a brand new house, and were overwhelmed with the fact that we had terrible water. It smelled nasty, tasted nasty, and made everything look nasty. You assured me that you could fix the problem for a mere $6,ooo. You were wrong.
We called you back because life was not good. You sent "technicians" that could not have been more than 18 years old and we kindly sent them back. We asked for our $6,000 to be returned to its rightful owner, and instead you promised that you now knew what we REALLY needed.
You even sent out the big boss to sweet talk us and convince us that the problem was fixable - for another $6,000. We laughed at you. But we still had disgusting water, so what choice did we have? We made you promise us that if this did not fix our problem you would come take every piece of your obnoxious equipment out of our basement and put $12,000 back in our savings account. You signed the piece of paper that agreed to this. Only you wrote that it was good for one year. WE.SHOULD.HAVE.KNOWN. You assured us that we would know in a years time if this was going to work or not. You were wrong.
The first year went fine. Of course it did, it always does. You knew it would. But now we have stinky, disgusting water again. You sent out your 18 year old technician, only now he's 21 and is the guru of technicians. He promised you could fix us up for a mere $600 dollars. At least you dropped a zero this time.
That was four weeks ago. It took you a week to get us a quote in writing (because that worked so well for us last time). It took another week to get us on the schedule. Then the day you were supposed to come we had a message that while you were loading the truck you noticed a part was missing. You would have to order it. That was 2 weeks ago.
I called you on Monday to find out what was going on. The secretary promised me that a technician would call me back. I never got a phone call or a message - nothing. So you can imagine that when I got home today and saw a "Sorry We Missed You" card on the door from you - I SAW RED.
Therefore, the purpose of this letter is to kindly inform you that we will no longer be needing your services. We have a pond out back to bathe and do laundry in, and a nice little creek beside our house that we can haul our drinking water from. The quality of water is about the same, so we should be all taken care of for about the next 60-70 years.
Sincerely,
Us
Two and a half years ago when you showed up at my door I thought you would be my knights in shining armor. We had just built a brand new house, and were overwhelmed with the fact that we had terrible water. It smelled nasty, tasted nasty, and made everything look nasty. You assured me that you could fix the problem for a mere $6,ooo. You were wrong.
We called you back because life was not good. You sent "technicians" that could not have been more than 18 years old and we kindly sent them back. We asked for our $6,000 to be returned to its rightful owner, and instead you promised that you now knew what we REALLY needed.
You even sent out the big boss to sweet talk us and convince us that the problem was fixable - for another $6,000. We laughed at you. But we still had disgusting water, so what choice did we have? We made you promise us that if this did not fix our problem you would come take every piece of your obnoxious equipment out of our basement and put $12,000 back in our savings account. You signed the piece of paper that agreed to this. Only you wrote that it was good for one year. WE.SHOULD.HAVE.KNOWN. You assured us that we would know in a years time if this was going to work or not. You were wrong.
The first year went fine. Of course it did, it always does. You knew it would. But now we have stinky, disgusting water again. You sent out your 18 year old technician, only now he's 21 and is the guru of technicians. He promised you could fix us up for a mere $600 dollars. At least you dropped a zero this time.
That was four weeks ago. It took you a week to get us a quote in writing (because that worked so well for us last time). It took another week to get us on the schedule. Then the day you were supposed to come we had a message that while you were loading the truck you noticed a part was missing. You would have to order it. That was 2 weeks ago.
I called you on Monday to find out what was going on. The secretary promised me that a technician would call me back. I never got a phone call or a message - nothing. So you can imagine that when I got home today and saw a "Sorry We Missed You" card on the door from you - I SAW RED.
Therefore, the purpose of this letter is to kindly inform you that we will no longer be needing your services. We have a pond out back to bathe and do laundry in, and a nice little creek beside our house that we can haul our drinking water from. The quality of water is about the same, so we should be all taken care of for about the next 60-70 years.
Sincerely,
Us
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Cause I didn't know enough useless facts...
Today I discovered:
~No matter where I fill up with fuel, it will always be cheaper in the next town I arrive in.
~30 days of potty training has accomplished not a thing in the area of bladder control.
~Homemade applesauce is REALLY yummy. I still cannot believe I spent my evening making it, but I had to do SOMETHING with all those apples my son brought me from the apple orchard field trip. I had no idea I signed up for that many. I had to enlist my mother-in-law to help, cause there was no way I was tackling that much domestic work all on my own.
~I dislike visits to the dentist. Pretty sure I knew that, but it was once again confirmed.
~I'm also not overly fond of having my eyes dilated. I'm thinkin' that something about dilated eyes should be in that little book of driving safety laws.
~Thank goodness for grandma and DQ.
~Taking your kid to school 5 miles north, attending a meeting 40 miles south, heading to the dentist 60 miles north, and then to the eye doctor 40 miles south makes me question my sanity.
~No matter where I fill up with fuel, it will always be cheaper in the next town I arrive in.
~30 days of potty training has accomplished not a thing in the area of bladder control.
~Homemade applesauce is REALLY yummy. I still cannot believe I spent my evening making it, but I had to do SOMETHING with all those apples my son brought me from the apple orchard field trip. I had no idea I signed up for that many. I had to enlist my mother-in-law to help, cause there was no way I was tackling that much domestic work all on my own.
~I dislike visits to the dentist. Pretty sure I knew that, but it was once again confirmed.
~I'm also not overly fond of having my eyes dilated. I'm thinkin' that something about dilated eyes should be in that little book of driving safety laws.
~Thank goodness for grandma and DQ.
~Taking your kid to school 5 miles north, attending a meeting 40 miles south, heading to the dentist 60 miles north, and then to the eye doctor 40 miles south makes me question my sanity.
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