10/2/2011
The morn after my coffee maker bit the dust was tough.
It morphed into a day where my energy drained, and by 2pm the head cold I've been {blessed} with has banished me to bed.
Hours later, I'm in the recliner reflecting. The boys are carrying on with their nightly routine of arguing, getting in and out of bed, picking on each other, and yelling for me...
Even after today's lack-luster day I have {not-so} silly things to reflect on.
The hugs I got from my husband, the "good mornings" from the kids as I slowly got out of bed this morning, the black coffee my husband stopped to get for me well into the afternoon, the silly "mistake" Kellyn spouted off earlier this afternoon when I showed my face downstairs after a prolonged time in bed. She was helping daddy and Soren build a K'nex set....
"mom, we're having chipmunks." matter of factly. I couldn't muffle my giggles, because I knew she meant to say "chex mix".
The pure joy in my babies' faces, their giggles, laughter and love.
I have been blessed with a wonderful family, who loves me no matter how bad my bed head looks, how congested I am, how rudolph-y my nose looks.
They are {usually} considerate, caring and loving.
Even those moments where I feel like they've pushed me to the edge of sanity are quickly forgotten when one of them does something as simple as singing a silly little song or wrapping their arms around me in a pint-sized hug.
The things that so many parents take for granted stay fresh in my mind. Those little fleeting moments that disappear in the blink of an eye. I am glad that I don't take these things for granted. {Yes, today the sappiness is running deep. Call it the cold meds, sleepiness, or just honesty.}
Soon the days of hugs and kisses will be replaced with {more} attitude, and eye rolls. I am NOT looking forward to that. I love now. Where's the "pause" button?
I guess I'll just have to keep reminding myself that parenthood is one of the most important jobs a person can have. Full of long hours, stress and headaches. The payment isn't monetary, but it will make you rich.
~d
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
I think I found my own little cyber heaven...
2 weeks ago, my friend Stacy reluctantly told me about the website, "pinterest.com". And when I say, "reluctantly" I mean it. Not for any negative reason, but because she knows how I am with facebook, and that I really didn't need another "time suck" to add to my day.
She gave me a basic idea of what the site is about, and then said she would send me an invite.....
Today I text her saying I never got it, and she sends me a new invite.
Ohhhhh boy.
Talk about making your own little dream world. Virtual bulletin boards of what you love, want to try, places you have traveled.... The possibilities are endless.
You can make it a "place" that is uniquely YOU.
So, since I'm still learning the ropes, I don't have much more info about it. But if you are looking for a new place to go when facebook is slow, let me know and I'll send you an invite.
Find me under darcy_earle
Have fun!!
~d
She gave me a basic idea of what the site is about, and then said she would send me an invite.....
Today I text her saying I never got it, and she sends me a new invite.
Ohhhhh boy.
Talk about making your own little dream world. Virtual bulletin boards of what you love, want to try, places you have traveled.... The possibilities are endless.
You can make it a "place" that is uniquely YOU.
So, since I'm still learning the ropes, I don't have much more info about it. But if you are looking for a new place to go when facebook is slow, let me know and I'll send you an invite.
Find me under darcy_earle
Have fun!!
~d
Monday, August 22, 2011
Small town hospitals......{suck}
So you know I'm a small town girl. Born, raised, loved, lived.....left. {miss it like crazy}
One thing about small(ish) towns that I don't miss is their hospitals.
rewind 11ish years..... my mom was misdiagnosed for YEARS as having low iron, depression, migraines, etc... by TWO different small town hospitals {a few years apart}.
eeeeeehhhhhhhhhhh........wrong answer!
Brain tumor. In fact, pretty sure she's in the journal of medicine for having one of the biggest brain tumors recorded, and surviving it.
HOW DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING THE SIZE OF A GRAPEFRUIT INSIDE YOUR SKULL, COMPRESSING YOUR BRAIN AND SURVIVE?
better question is, HOW DOES NO ONE SCAN LOOK FOR IT WITH ALL OF HER SYMPTOMS?
not sure, but she did survive.
fast-forward back to now.....
my dad calls me to say that he has a kidney stone, and has to go in today for a ultra sound to see if he will be able to pass it. supposedly, its the size of a pencil eraser... {ouch!}
today he calls me and says that he's on his way to the hospital for a "quick check" because they think he has a hole in his intestine, full of infection and needs to be operated on. he wants to go to st. mary's in rochester, minnesota. {hello, mayo clinic!!}
needless to say i am a wreck.
after being seen there in rochester, they tell him that either he didn't have a kidney stone, or he passed it. and infact, he doesn't have a hole in his intestine, he has a mild case of appendicitis, and they can treat it w/o surgery....
S.E.R.I.O.U.S.L.Y?!??!?!?!?
had he stayed there, he probably woulda been cut open! i can't believe it. {or can i?} how freakin scary!
today has been another crazy ass roller coaster, and i'm over the craziness. i'm gonna look for an exorcist to come in and shoo away all the crazies. maybe it can let m have a relatively tame, drama free life.
but before i do that, i need to go buy some cracker jacks....
I've always wanted to be a doctor, and since it seems like all you need to work in a small town hospital, is a paper saying you're a doctor, what do i have to lose???????
maybe i'll get the "doctor's certificate" prize in the next box I buy.
LOL
One thing about small(ish) towns that I don't miss is their hospitals.
rewind 11ish years..... my mom was misdiagnosed for YEARS as having low iron, depression, migraines, etc... by TWO different small town hospitals {a few years apart}.
eeeeeehhhhhhhhhhh........wrong answer!
Brain tumor. In fact, pretty sure she's in the journal of medicine for having one of the biggest brain tumors recorded, and surviving it.
HOW DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING THE SIZE OF A GRAPEFRUIT INSIDE YOUR SKULL, COMPRESSING YOUR BRAIN AND SURVIVE?
better question is, HOW DOES NO ONE SCAN LOOK FOR IT WITH ALL OF HER SYMPTOMS?
not sure, but she did survive.
fast-forward back to now.....
my dad calls me to say that he has a kidney stone, and has to go in today for a ultra sound to see if he will be able to pass it. supposedly, its the size of a pencil eraser... {ouch!}
today he calls me and says that he's on his way to the hospital for a "quick check" because they think he has a hole in his intestine, full of infection and needs to be operated on. he wants to go to st. mary's in rochester, minnesota. {hello, mayo clinic!!}
needless to say i am a wreck.
after being seen there in rochester, they tell him that either he didn't have a kidney stone, or he passed it. and infact, he doesn't have a hole in his intestine, he has a mild case of appendicitis, and they can treat it w/o surgery....
S.E.R.I.O.U.S.L.Y?!??!?!?!?
had he stayed there, he probably woulda been cut open! i can't believe it. {or can i?} how freakin scary!
today has been another crazy ass roller coaster, and i'm over the craziness. i'm gonna look for an exorcist to come in and shoo away all the crazies. maybe it can let m have a relatively tame, drama free life.
but before i do that, i need to go buy some cracker jacks....
I've always wanted to be a doctor, and since it seems like all you need to work in a small town hospital, is a paper saying you're a doctor, what do i have to lose???????
maybe i'll get the "doctor's certificate" prize in the next box I buy.
LOL
Friday, August 19, 2011
There are never too many hugs...
Yet again today I hear another story of child abuse thru a facebook friend. What happened to hugs? Don't get me wrong, kids are challenging... but won't they better react to love than punches?
How can you even sit there and beat your kid? Its something I can't fathom. Yet people do. I'm not against a good spank once in a while, but time-out works for us, so that's few and far between. But full blown bruising, black eyes, bloody noses? C'mon....
I'm sick about it.
Don't you feel better when you get a hug? I know I do.
Pretty sure it sucks to get your a$$ beat as an adult, (I don't know, thank goodness!) imagine being a kid!
Hug those babies.
Pretty sure no one will report you for "hugging your kids too much."
Hug them right now, please.
How can you even sit there and beat your kid? Its something I can't fathom. Yet people do. I'm not against a good spank once in a while, but time-out works for us, so that's few and far between. But full blown bruising, black eyes, bloody noses? C'mon....
I'm sick about it.
Don't you feel better when you get a hug? I know I do.
Pretty sure it sucks to get your a$$ beat as an adult, (I don't know, thank goodness!) imagine being a kid!
Hug those babies.
Pretty sure no one will report you for "hugging your kids too much."
Hug them right now, please.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Happy lil android....
So, I just downloaded the app for my phone.... Watch out, america! Now all of those little things that run through my head at random times are destined to be blasted into cyberspace. {I'm in trouble now!!}
But, I better get to sleep, that alarm will be buzzing before I know it!
Til next time!
But, I better get to sleep, that alarm will be buzzing before I know it!
Til next time!
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Kid Rock 2011
This is a breif overveiw of my night at the August 13th, 2011 Kid Rock concert at Comerica Park (and this will not be spell checked!)--->
ugh... ok... first we have to evac the stadium due to weather... during the sammy hagar part of the concert... brian was not impressed. so... we get down there, kid starts playing, alls good. then at a quick break, some reverend comes out... talks on the podium. (not praying, just rambling.. he happens to be black) so he's taklin about detroit, etc... brian just says, "yeah yeah, play some music." and these two white bitchess in front of him turn around and glare at him.... like the fuckin stink eye from hell.. he wasn't a dick about it, just like..."were here for music, not this" and the dude is still talkin....
so brian's like, "blah,blahblah.." (yes hes had some pops. haha) and the chick turns around AGAIN and is a freakin bitch... so i'm standing there, with my blood boiling... all cuz the dude is talkin about how "we have to pull together to ...make detroit a better city, etc" which i agree with to a certain degree... for those of you who DON'T know detroit... its a corrupt shit-hole city in 97% of its area... corruption brews strong and deep there. and my husband has been a cop here for 20 years, worked the ghetto, etc...
so i'm all "remember the 1st amendment?" like he can't have an opinion cuz there is a "man of god" talking... this "man of god" probably makes more in the city because he's scratchin someone's back some where... while my husband's ass is on the line E.V.E.R.Y.D.A.Y for what, peanuts/hr? my freakin dental hygienist makes more than that for scratchin shit off people's teeth for 8 hrs a day. So he's going on about whatever on stage... then the two chicks all start cheering at what he's saying, like pumping their fist in the air, pointing at the "big black fist of solidarity" (or whatever it is)that is displayed downtown... (as if that's not a racial statement!)
then kid starts in with "times like these" and I'm livid... i'm like FLIPPING OUT on brian.. sayin how i'm pissed, don't touch me, I'm ready TO.GO on these chicks if they turn around one more time... I'm sure they have nice cars, big rocks on their fingers, etc... as i sit here having to worry about my husband in that "city" that we need to band together to help... I"M SORRY, but detroit isn't gonna get better quick, the freakin' crooks are still running the city.
meanwhile, the "bitchy-est" chick is C.R.Y.I.N.G during the song... CRYING! ok, great... yeah... cry. ugh! it was just a really touchy subject for me... i'll be the one raising 3 kids alone because some f'n thug decides he doesn't want that speeding ticket, or he has drugs in his car. I might be slightly overreacting, but LIVE MY LIFE. Let my husband who protects their ass have his little "play some music" moment.... I swear I would have said something to her. i had my speech ready in my head.
al;kdjfwlaerjoaweiraweoirh!!!!!!!!!
OH... then the concert ends... we leave... we're walking... MY HUSBAND DOESN'T KNOW WHERE HE PARKED MY CAR.
so we walk BLOCKS... i do not know detroiti'm getting pissed... two huge ass white men and me and my friend marie are walking the streets trying to find it.. the 3 of them know the city, i don't. i am like bitching cuz i figured my husband would know enough to be able to find the car... the only thing i remembered was there were 2 lots, one smaller than the other, and we were in the smaller one.
so f'n stumbly mcfumbly and trippy mcgee needed to be babysat as we walked around looking for the car. OMG, not a good end to the night. thankfully, my sober ass (thanks to only 3 drinks at the stadium and my adrenaline) drove them all ho...me... marie's husband dropped the 'n' bomb from the backseat with an open window... she turned around and started beating his asssss cuz the last thing we need is to be gunned down. Lets just say this was my LEAST favorite Kid concert.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
hey now, you're a rockstar....
so, kellyn just shit herself while playing "hey now, you're a rockstar, get your show on, get paid..." on the paper jam guitar...
i take her to the bathroom for her to then have the poop fall off her ass onto my bathroom (washable) carpet. {awesome}
she gets onto the toilet, pees... wipes and then pulls the tp out instead of dropping it, which meant more poop on the toilet seat.
then instead of putting it down "in front" she decides to drop it "behind" her... more shit on the seat...
then takes that hand to brush hair away from her eye...
yup, you guessed it... poop on her face and in her hair.
needless to say, she just got out of the tub.
the joys....
i take her to the bathroom for her to then have the poop fall off her ass onto my bathroom (washable) carpet. {awesome}
she gets onto the toilet, pees... wipes and then pulls the tp out instead of dropping it, which meant more poop on the toilet seat.
then instead of putting it down "in front" she decides to drop it "behind" her... more shit on the seat...
then takes that hand to brush hair away from her eye...
yup, you guessed it... poop on her face and in her hair.
needless to say, she just got out of the tub.
the joys....
Friday, July 8, 2011
oh... and BTW
"they" rang our doorbell this morning just after 830am...
"we need to turn off your water, there was a water main break"
YEAH.......
just what i wanted! no electricity for 5 days, and now I have no water to do anythng!!
better get out my galoshes... when it rains, it pours!
"we need to turn off your water, there was a water main break"
YEAH.......
just what i wanted! no electricity for 5 days, and now I have no water to do anythng!!
better get out my galoshes... when it rains, it pours!
my {in}famous july 4th weekend....
Oh, lets take a little trip... a trip back in time. lets get the flux capacitor warmed up so we can go back to 7/1/2011.
Can you feel the buzzin?
{poof}
Here we are.
We had a great friday. Brian and I went to the DYC (stop it, you perverts), that's the Detroit Yacht Club... I know, I know... fancy. Brian's co-worker at the union plays in a jazz band, and invited us down. So, we got FREE babysitting from our friends Bob and Marie... {score!} found our way onto belle isle, and walked into the swanky joint.
found our way onto the patio, talked to the "big-wigs" and got a table. I had a greek salad and what i thought were the appetizer crab cakes, however she put in an order for the meal. ugh, that was a lot of food... (but they were A.W.E.S.O.M.E!) we had some drinks, listened to the music.... saw my orthodontist (lmao!) but he didn't see me... although, there is something innate that makes you instantly want to brush your teeth when you see him in public. i can't describe it, but even brian laughed at me. and YES, I WAS WEARING MY RUBBERBANDS.
fine, dandy... good night. had some drunken 20somethings next to us part of the way home on jefferson. that was funny. (passengers, not sure about driver)
Got the kids and headed back to dearborn to pick up the {twerps}.
Saturday, i can't remember what we did during the day but around 7somethign we were outside blowing bubbles, playing etc.. came in just in time to see the trees start blowing like crazy and then the rain/hail came down.
and then the power went out. a HUGE tree from the far side of the neighbor's yard fell down across their yard (narrowly missing their garage and house) into our yard. It didn't take the "polite route" it went right thru the freakin' fence. there was also limbs down from our trees... but you don't expect to look out the boys bedroom windows and see GREEN LEAVES on both sides of the corner, nor do you expect to see them upto our windows on the 2nd floor. Guess we're blessed that there wasn't a sunroof instantly installed in my house!
"welcome to DTE, we estimate your power to be turned on between 930-1130 pm"
{sigh} ohh,, good!
its the next morning. still no power.
"welcome to DTE, we estimate your power to be turned on between 930-1130 pm"
So, sunday we go get ready at the inlaws and head over to ray and dawns for a cook-out/swimming lazy afternoon... fun!
get home....
still no power. its 11:16pm. pretty sure we're not getting power tonight.
oh, btw, braden has yet another irrational fear of candles that aren't in glass containers. heaven forbid the flame rises above the candle... {eye roll!}
wake up.... call DTE.
"welcome to DTE, we estimate your power to be turned on between 930-1130 pm wednesday, july 6th."
WEDNESDAY? DID IT REALLY JUST SAY WEDNESDAY?!?!? They realize this is MONDAY, right?
I am stuck in DTE HELL.
So, we unload the freezers, and take them over to brian's parents' house before everything {ROTS} in ours. The fridge is a goner (thankfully we needed to shop, so it was pretty empty). But c'mon!!
maybe they're just tellin us wednesday to give us the long end of things...
for the next couple days we're left to showering at the inlaws, hanging out there cuz its cool and there's light.. (oh, and internet). It's soooo super hard to explain to kids that they CAN'T watch a DVD or play WII. They don't get the "no power" concept. I mean, it is, technically, invisibile. you just see what power runs when it's working.... so "electricity" is kind of a hard subject. although, i can say i got sick of saying, "you can't do that, there's no power" over the last few days.
I get up tuesday, go to work... go back to the inlaws, check DTE's website...
"power restored"
ELATION.
I tell brian...
He stops by the house. NO POWER.
DTE FAIL.
I submit a new ticket basically telling them they are "fucktards" and spend (more) time at the inlaws.
this just goes to show, you can't believe everything you read on the internet. =P
so now, i've lost my trust in DTE. I mean.... wouldn't you?
we go home to more candlelight {boredom}. I have never felt so Amish in my life. LMAO! All i was missing was the horse drawn buggy with that orange triangle on the back. and i'm guessing that if i could get in touch with an amish person, i'd have one of those before DTE gets the power restored. I know this, cuz I lived in BFE before being "upgraded" to Detroit. (wait, upgraded? maybe that's the wrong word...)
AHHH... Wednesday's a new day. I didn't even check-in with DTE... what's the point. It seems they don't know the difference between having electricity and NOT having electricity...
Worked all day, Brian updated me that at 2pm we still had no power... this is just 6 hrs short of 5 DAYS WITH NO ELECTRITY.
***Rant alert***
I know, I know... the people of hurricane Katrina didn't have electricity, water, food, homes for way longer than that.... BUT I DON'T LIVE IN FUCK'N NEW ORLEANS!!!!!!!! I am not in hurricane-ville, USA. I have common sense. I live in the north. We have that white, cold stuff for like 9 months of the year... We drive on ICE, our cars RUST from salt on the roads.....I fail to see where a 10 minute storm can cause 5 freaking days of "the amish life" and be acceptable.
It was a THUNDERSTORM, not a TORNADO. there was NOT {weapons of} MASS DESTRUCTION.
I get that it was a holiday weekend... but c'mon. My holiday weekend was 1/2 bombed out because the crews that were "on call" for DTE were too "bombed" to come into work. I'm glad DTE isn't an ambulance company.... there'd be bodies everywhere... I think they need to re-evaluate how they run their system. What sense does it make to have crews for emergencies if they're not gonna come in anyways? And then DTE has to go and contract crews from other states to fix the problem here?
I guess those guys get paid too good... they must not need the money like the rest of the Detroit metro population.
BET YO' ASS i'd show up on a holiday weekend to make $100 an hr....
BET YO' ASS!!
***end rant***
anyways, the power was turned on somewhere between 2-4:30pm WEDNESDAY.
I took a pic of my porch light on. (yeah, i know, it was on at 5pm... we wasted electricity...)
My theory is:: we have a lotta electricity to waste to make up for the 5 days of misery.
OH... and for all of you DTE customers like me, I found an interesting tidbit...
(this is taken from their website)
http://www.dteenergy.com/residentialCustomers/problemsSafety/outageCenter/claims.html
***wow, DTE! don't break your bank!!! $25 for 120 hrs of no power under catastropic conditions!!***
I'm fillin out the form. But pretty sure I'll be denied my $25 dollars cuz it was only 117 hrs....
KMA!
So, back to life on the {not-so-amish} farm....
Hope your weekend was enjoyable. I have a story and memories to share for eons... {eye roll!}
~d
Can you feel the buzzin?
{poof}
Here we are.
We had a great friday. Brian and I went to the DYC (stop it, you perverts), that's the Detroit Yacht Club... I know, I know... fancy. Brian's co-worker at the union plays in a jazz band, and invited us down. So, we got FREE babysitting from our friends Bob and Marie... {score!} found our way onto belle isle, and walked into the swanky joint.
found our way onto the patio, talked to the "big-wigs" and got a table. I had a greek salad and what i thought were the appetizer crab cakes, however she put in an order for the meal. ugh, that was a lot of food... (but they were A.W.E.S.O.M.E!) we had some drinks, listened to the music.... saw my orthodontist (lmao!) but he didn't see me... although, there is something innate that makes you instantly want to brush your teeth when you see him in public. i can't describe it, but even brian laughed at me. and YES, I WAS WEARING MY RUBBERBANDS.
fine, dandy... good night. had some drunken 20somethings next to us part of the way home on jefferson. that was funny. (passengers, not sure about driver)
Got the kids and headed back to dearborn to pick up the {twerps}.
Saturday, i can't remember what we did during the day but around 7somethign we were outside blowing bubbles, playing etc.. came in just in time to see the trees start blowing like crazy and then the rain/hail came down.
and then the power went out. a HUGE tree from the far side of the neighbor's yard fell down across their yard (narrowly missing their garage and house) into our yard. It didn't take the "polite route" it went right thru the freakin' fence. there was also limbs down from our trees... but you don't expect to look out the boys bedroom windows and see GREEN LEAVES on both sides of the corner, nor do you expect to see them upto our windows on the 2nd floor. Guess we're blessed that there wasn't a sunroof instantly installed in my house!
"welcome to DTE, we estimate your power to be turned on between 930-1130 pm"
{sigh} ohh,, good!
its the next morning. still no power.
"welcome to DTE, we estimate your power to be turned on between 930-1130 pm"
So, sunday we go get ready at the inlaws and head over to ray and dawns for a cook-out/swimming lazy afternoon... fun!
get home....
still no power. its 11:16pm. pretty sure we're not getting power tonight.
oh, btw, braden has yet another irrational fear of candles that aren't in glass containers. heaven forbid the flame rises above the candle... {eye roll!}
wake up.... call DTE.
"welcome to DTE, we estimate your power to be turned on between 930-1130 pm wednesday, july 6th."
WEDNESDAY? DID IT REALLY JUST SAY WEDNESDAY?!?!? They realize this is MONDAY, right?
I am stuck in DTE HELL.
So, we unload the freezers, and take them over to brian's parents' house before everything {ROTS} in ours. The fridge is a goner (thankfully we needed to shop, so it was pretty empty). But c'mon!!
maybe they're just tellin us wednesday to give us the long end of things...
for the next couple days we're left to showering at the inlaws, hanging out there cuz its cool and there's light.. (oh, and internet). It's soooo super hard to explain to kids that they CAN'T watch a DVD or play WII. They don't get the "no power" concept. I mean, it is, technically, invisibile. you just see what power runs when it's working.... so "electricity" is kind of a hard subject. although, i can say i got sick of saying, "you can't do that, there's no power" over the last few days.
I get up tuesday, go to work... go back to the inlaws, check DTE's website...
"power restored"
ELATION.
I tell brian...
He stops by the house. NO POWER.
DTE FAIL.
I submit a new ticket basically telling them they are "fucktards" and spend (more) time at the inlaws.
this just goes to show, you can't believe everything you read on the internet. =P
so now, i've lost my trust in DTE. I mean.... wouldn't you?
we go home to more candlelight {boredom}. I have never felt so Amish in my life. LMAO! All i was missing was the horse drawn buggy with that orange triangle on the back. and i'm guessing that if i could get in touch with an amish person, i'd have one of those before DTE gets the power restored. I know this, cuz I lived in BFE before being "upgraded" to Detroit. (wait, upgraded? maybe that's the wrong word...)
AHHH... Wednesday's a new day. I didn't even check-in with DTE... what's the point. It seems they don't know the difference between having electricity and NOT having electricity...
Worked all day, Brian updated me that at 2pm we still had no power... this is just 6 hrs short of 5 DAYS WITH NO ELECTRITY.
***Rant alert***
I know, I know... the people of hurricane Katrina didn't have electricity, water, food, homes for way longer than that.... BUT I DON'T LIVE IN FUCK'N NEW ORLEANS!!!!!!!! I am not in hurricane-ville, USA. I have common sense. I live in the north. We have that white, cold stuff for like 9 months of the year... We drive on ICE, our cars RUST from salt on the roads.....I fail to see where a 10 minute storm can cause 5 freaking days of "the amish life" and be acceptable.
It was a THUNDERSTORM, not a TORNADO. there was NOT {weapons of} MASS DESTRUCTION.
I get that it was a holiday weekend... but c'mon. My holiday weekend was 1/2 bombed out because the crews that were "on call" for DTE were too "bombed" to come into work. I'm glad DTE isn't an ambulance company.... there'd be bodies everywhere... I think they need to re-evaluate how they run their system. What sense does it make to have crews for emergencies if they're not gonna come in anyways? And then DTE has to go and contract crews from other states to fix the problem here?
I guess those guys get paid too good... they must not need the money like the rest of the Detroit metro population.
BET YO' ASS i'd show up on a holiday weekend to make $100 an hr....
BET YO' ASS!!
***end rant***
anyways, the power was turned on somewhere between 2-4:30pm WEDNESDAY.
I took a pic of my porch light on. (yeah, i know, it was on at 5pm... we wasted electricity...)
My theory is:: we have a lotta electricity to waste to make up for the 5 days of misery.
OH... and for all of you DTE customers like me, I found an interesting tidbit...
(this is taken from their website)
http://www.dteenergy.com/residentialCustomers/problemsSafety/outageCenter/claims.html
Service Quality and Reliability Standards
Detroit Edison has implemented service quality and reliability standards defined by the Michigan Public Service Commission (MPSC). These standards provide customers a $25 credit upon request, if our investigation of your request determines you have experienced:- a power outage of more than 16 hours under normal conditions
- an outage of more than 120 hours under catastrophic conditions
- or eight or more outages during a 12-month period
***wow, DTE! don't break your bank!!! $25 for 120 hrs of no power under catastropic conditions!!***
I'm fillin out the form. But pretty sure I'll be denied my $25 dollars cuz it was only 117 hrs....
KMA!
So, back to life on the {not-so-amish} farm....
Hope your weekend was enjoyable. I have a story and memories to share for eons... {eye roll!}
~d
Monday, June 20, 2011
braden - 0 amox. allergy - 1
so, after all the fun of last week, saturday we see little mr. braden earle, with a slight rash @ tball. i think its cuz of him being in the sun from a trip to the spray park on friday {bad mommy} but thankfully because of my post on facebook, and my oh-so-smart cousin the pharmacist, I was educated that Amox doesn't have issues with the sun, and it's either coincidence or an allergy...
yeah, allergy.
it happened to me when i was 9 mos preg with kellyn... head to toe rash, itchy and miserable. i was not a happy camper.
so, it appears its the same rash that i had... only braden got it worse.
mine started on my wrist and slowly crept up and down from there...
braden's started on his head/neck/face and spread like wildfire to the rest of his body.
guess we need to update his files....
Allergy: Amoxacillin
poor kid can't catch a break, and either can i!!
yeah, allergy.
it happened to me when i was 9 mos preg with kellyn... head to toe rash, itchy and miserable. i was not a happy camper.
so, it appears its the same rash that i had... only braden got it worse.
mine started on my wrist and slowly crept up and down from there...
braden's started on his head/neck/face and spread like wildfire to the rest of his body.
guess we need to update his files....
Allergy: Amoxacillin
poor kid can't catch a break, and either can i!!
Sunday, June 12, 2011
A Mother's Vacation.....
Where have I been? What have I been doing??
Well, let's see..........
Worked Monday. Worked Tuesday. Worked Wednesday, went on my lunch break to pay a bill.... did that, and on my way back to work, "Braden's school" called.
{sinking feeling in my gut}
This means he's sick.... or should I say "sick".
"hello, mrs. earle, braden's teacher sent him down to the office, she thinks he has pink eye. could someone pick him up?"
........pink eye, huh? immediately i think allergies. i mean, if you've been outside at all in the last, ohhh... month, it's been pretty horrible out there.
I get him from school, one eye has pretty much a fat green {booger} creepin' out of it and is all bloodshot looking.
FAN.TAS.TIC!!
The good thing is that i had drops from the last time he had it, so we went home, plopped a drop in, and hauled his buttocks to grandma's house, so that i could go back to work.
before bed, he tells me that his ear is "hurting". Not on the inside, but on the earlobe. hmmm.... {i disregard his "ploy" to stay up later, and send him to bed}
Thursday morning, he wakes up, and his ears are warm and "bumpy". GA-REAT! since it hasn't been 24 hrs with the pink eye deal, we were keeping him home in the morning anyways. by 9am, i get a call from brian sayin the rash is moving down his neck.
RING, RING.... called the nurse, she said I should bring him in.
brian takes him to the dr, and we find out its STREP. No sore throat, so yay! now he's got drops from the dr (again) and Amox! YIPPEE SKIPPY!
So, he doesn't go to school Thursday afternoon like we planned... but stays home.
Friday was supposed to be his "birthday treat" day, and his play in the afternoon that he's been workin on lines for at least 3 weeks. He's bummed cuz the dr said he can't go to school.... (ha! we blew that off, and went to get treats, and took him for his play in the afternoon) it had been "almost" 24 hrs of amox.... and we gave him a 1/2 dose early so he had a lil "kick" in his system.
As we're there...kellyn is getting whiny and clingy... and said she was cold. {gulp}
So, as I'm sitting in the library taping the play for ms. w.... she passes out in a bean bag, covered up by my coat. {double gulp}
The play finishes, we gather up things, she's crying and whiny.... oh, and feverish... and we go home.
I get her on the potty....
at approximately 3pm....... we have barfdown. {and some splashdown on her shirt, too}
SUPERRRRRRRRRRR!
so, the day commenced with a clothing change, a shirt change, multiple towel changes to protect the couch, the viewing of 2 different strawberry shortcake dvds ATLEAST 3x each, Tangled atleast 3x and a little bit of the "annoying orange" on youtube. {you apple!}
meanwhile, brian read an old ass book.... {insert frustration here}
in other news, he stayed downstairs to sleep with her, while i got to hog the bed to myself...
there was no more barfing after about 9pm {bummer?} and she woke up the next day bright eyed and bushy tailed.
too bad daddy didn't!
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!
the rest of the weekend was filled with me staying home with kellyn while all 3 boys went to tball, then me leaving them all home for a while as i took a much needed shopping trip to the mall, sonic, and then we came back and "krogered" as a family.... (let me tell you, if someone would have offered me 2 cents, heck a PAPERCLIP for my boys in kroger.... i swear we would have taken it!)
What is it about kids and wanting to hop, skip, play tag, etc in grocery stores? {please tell me its NOT just my kids}
Got the garden weeded, planted {sonic again for me} and the grass mowed at home. It was a very eventful weekend....
almost like a vacation......
almost.......
yeah...... {no}
I can't believe I turned down the bar, daiquiris and a bonfire this weekend...
beer me!
~d
Well, let's see..........
Worked Monday. Worked Tuesday. Worked Wednesday, went on my lunch break to pay a bill.... did that, and on my way back to work, "Braden's school" called.
{sinking feeling in my gut}
This means he's sick.... or should I say "sick".
"hello, mrs. earle, braden's teacher sent him down to the office, she thinks he has pink eye. could someone pick him up?"
........pink eye, huh? immediately i think allergies. i mean, if you've been outside at all in the last, ohhh... month, it's been pretty horrible out there.
I get him from school, one eye has pretty much a fat green {booger} creepin' out of it and is all bloodshot looking.
FAN.TAS.TIC!!
The good thing is that i had drops from the last time he had it, so we went home, plopped a drop in, and hauled his buttocks to grandma's house, so that i could go back to work.
before bed, he tells me that his ear is "hurting". Not on the inside, but on the earlobe. hmmm.... {i disregard his "ploy" to stay up later, and send him to bed}
Thursday morning, he wakes up, and his ears are warm and "bumpy". GA-REAT! since it hasn't been 24 hrs with the pink eye deal, we were keeping him home in the morning anyways. by 9am, i get a call from brian sayin the rash is moving down his neck.
RING, RING.... called the nurse, she said I should bring him in.
brian takes him to the dr, and we find out its STREP. No sore throat, so yay! now he's got drops from the dr (again) and Amox! YIPPEE SKIPPY!
So, he doesn't go to school Thursday afternoon like we planned... but stays home.
Friday was supposed to be his "birthday treat" day, and his play in the afternoon that he's been workin on lines for at least 3 weeks. He's bummed cuz the dr said he can't go to school.... (ha! we blew that off, and went to get treats, and took him for his play in the afternoon) it had been "almost" 24 hrs of amox.... and we gave him a 1/2 dose early so he had a lil "kick" in his system.
As we're there...kellyn is getting whiny and clingy... and said she was cold. {gulp}
So, as I'm sitting in the library taping the play for ms. w.... she passes out in a bean bag, covered up by my coat. {double gulp}
The play finishes, we gather up things, she's crying and whiny.... oh, and feverish... and we go home.
I get her on the potty....
at approximately 3pm....... we have barfdown. {and some splashdown on her shirt, too}
SUPERRRRRRRRRRR!
so, the day commenced with a clothing change, a shirt change, multiple towel changes to protect the couch, the viewing of 2 different strawberry shortcake dvds ATLEAST 3x each, Tangled atleast 3x and a little bit of the "annoying orange" on youtube. {you apple!}
meanwhile, brian read an old ass book.... {insert frustration here}
in other news, he stayed downstairs to sleep with her, while i got to hog the bed to myself...
there was no more barfing after about 9pm {bummer?} and she woke up the next day bright eyed and bushy tailed.
too bad daddy didn't!
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!
the rest of the weekend was filled with me staying home with kellyn while all 3 boys went to tball, then me leaving them all home for a while as i took a much needed shopping trip to the mall, sonic, and then we came back and "krogered" as a family.... (let me tell you, if someone would have offered me 2 cents, heck a PAPERCLIP for my boys in kroger.... i swear we would have taken it!)
What is it about kids and wanting to hop, skip, play tag, etc in grocery stores? {please tell me its NOT just my kids}
Got the garden weeded, planted {sonic again for me} and the grass mowed at home. It was a very eventful weekend....
almost like a vacation......
almost.......
yeah...... {no}
I can't believe I turned down the bar, daiquiris and a bonfire this weekend...
beer me!
~d
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Psuedo Single Mom Weekend #2
AHHHHHHH.............
If you are reading this, I've survived. Well, so far. Its only Sunday, hubby won't be home til Tuesday afternoon/evening sometime. I CAN do this!
My weekend re-cap goes as follows:
Friday: have the lil twerps and go to Soren's last day of school picnic. Which is basically a pot-luck style lunch with lots of water games and playing. Fun! We got all sunscreened up, and let the day commence! Survived, no Kellyn pee/poop accidents at school. Went to the in laws to stop at a couple garage sales (this actually turned into 2 garage sales and drinking beer in the neighbor's driveway while chit-chatting. Good times. Went out to dinner with them and the kids, came home and "retired" for the night. (OH, after a partly-successful tball sock hunt and purging the boys' drawers of their winter clothes..... knock on wood)
Saturday: woke up, slowly got moving, breakfast done, kids cleaned up, only to realize at 9:08 that tball wasn't at 10:30, it was at 10:00. And I still hadn't showered.... UGH! Speed shower, get them dressed in uniforms and clothes, and basically zoom to the fields to get there in time. {remember when I said I got all "sunscreened up" yesterday.... well, today I realized that I did a good job everywhere, except for in my hairline.... lets just say red scalp.} We made it to the field with no major malfunctions. Grandma/Grandpa and Aunt Susie were in attendance to see the boys play. Braden was at the top of the order with Soren to follow. Each of them hit well, and actually fielded a ball a piece. YAY!
After tball we took off to grandma's for a sleep-over with susie while I had a wedding to photograph with Riana. Got everything all set there, ran back home and got ready to go. Loaded up the gear, hit Kroger on the way for a lil Sushi action for lunch, and photographed for 8ish hours. Went out afterward to Beaver Creek (hush!) and had a late "dinnerish" snack and a couple drinks..... then back home. All went well. Riana was on her way home around Midnight. Hmmm.... where's the cat????
He didn't come down when I fed him. I had a liiiiiiitttttttlllleeeee voice in the back of my head saying, "you know he's locked in a room/closet somewhere." but I chose to ignore it.
BAD MOVE.
ahhhh, yeah. He was shut in my room. the first thing I was greeted with as I opened the door was the unmistakable smell of sh!t. Yep..... right next to my hope chest. a Nero-sized pile-o-poo..... oooh, and what's this I see???? a Nero-sized wet spot in the carpet next to my closet.. ARRRRGGGGGHHHHH! It's freakin' midnight, I just wanna sleeeeeeeeeeeep! But no, i'm on Excrement Clean-up Duty (doodie?) for the next 15 minutes. As I walked in the door of my bedroom, he just did the "meowwww" at me. Meow this you jackass! I tried to close my door cuz he likes to yak up hairballs sometimes, and I prefer he doesn't do that in my room, let alone in my bed. I guess that last time I ran up there to grab something, he stealthily snuck (is that a word?) into my room without me even realizing. I shut the door and was on my way for the day.
So, I did a quick clean-up, deodorized with a nice smelling air freshener, closed the door to avoid cap'n poo cat and turned my fan on high.
OUT like a light....
Sunday: slept in til 9:30 (whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!?!?) well sorta. brian decided to text me before 9..... (argh!) I could have been out til then no problem... but even from 5 states away, he knows when to bug me. got up, showered, dressed, and out the door to get the kids at grandmas (with no coffee in me.... feel the pain.) Kids were up, talked with the fam for a bit, then got the kids ready, grabbed some McD's for lunch (for them) and continued home. After eating we {I}decided to get the pool out from behind the shed {yes, i braved the spiders so my kids could have fun} and got it all cleaned up so that they could play in the cold ass water in the 80 degree weather. Worked out well. Got the boys changed.... as they get ready to go outside, I hear Soren say, "Kellyn, you didn't have to pee in my room..." {ughhhh!} I get up and look....... yup, pee. on the floor by their closet. I sniff....... OH YEAH.... I got the deluxe hook-up! In less than 24 hours, I get to clean up 2 piss spots and.... She sh!t herself too! AWESOME~ (apparently my daughter and my cat have the same mentality.. pissing and sh!tting in bedrooms near the closet! double thumbs up!)
I am pretty sure her Dora underwear weren't impressed. I mean, Dora doesn't seem to be the type of girl who enjoys getting dirty. Let alone coated in a 3 year old little girl's poo. I bet she was just flinging curse words in Spanish all up and down Kellyn's crack! You go, Dora....
I guess on the bright side... I hadn't put Kellyn in her swimming suit yet, so cleaning it out of underwear is a lil' easier than dealing with a wet, poopy swimming suit....... {thank God that cup was half full.... lol}
Otherwise, besides the constant.... "mooom, he splashed me!" .... "mooommmm, kellyn got me wet" ....."mooom..... i'm cold" The pool was fun.
We then ate dinner, played outside for a bit in the front yard, did baths and {thank god} they are all knocked out by 9:03pm. Guess that's the upside to letting them stay up at grandma's till 11:00 last night..... the downside..... THEY WERE SOO FREAKIN' WHINYYYYYYYYY!
and yes.... I do have a drink chillin' in the fridge.
i'm not an alcoholic, i swear.
~d
If you are reading this, I've survived. Well, so far. Its only Sunday, hubby won't be home til Tuesday afternoon/evening sometime. I CAN do this!
My weekend re-cap goes as follows:
Friday: have the lil twerps and go to Soren's last day of school picnic. Which is basically a pot-luck style lunch with lots of water games and playing. Fun! We got all sunscreened up, and let the day commence! Survived, no Kellyn pee/poop accidents at school. Went to the in laws to stop at a couple garage sales (this actually turned into 2 garage sales and drinking beer in the neighbor's driveway while chit-chatting. Good times. Went out to dinner with them and the kids, came home and "retired" for the night. (OH, after a partly-successful tball sock hunt and purging the boys' drawers of their winter clothes..... knock on wood)
Saturday: woke up, slowly got moving, breakfast done, kids cleaned up, only to realize at 9:08 that tball wasn't at 10:30, it was at 10:00. And I still hadn't showered.... UGH! Speed shower, get them dressed in uniforms and clothes, and basically zoom to the fields to get there in time. {remember when I said I got all "sunscreened up" yesterday.... well, today I realized that I did a good job everywhere, except for in my hairline.... lets just say red scalp.} We made it to the field with no major malfunctions. Grandma/Grandpa and Aunt Susie were in attendance to see the boys play. Braden was at the top of the order with Soren to follow. Each of them hit well, and actually fielded a ball a piece. YAY!
After tball we took off to grandma's for a sleep-over with susie while I had a wedding to photograph with Riana. Got everything all set there, ran back home and got ready to go. Loaded up the gear, hit Kroger on the way for a lil Sushi action for lunch, and photographed for 8ish hours. Went out afterward to Beaver Creek (hush!) and had a late "dinnerish" snack and a couple drinks..... then back home. All went well. Riana was on her way home around Midnight. Hmmm.... where's the cat????
He didn't come down when I fed him. I had a liiiiiiitttttttlllleeeee voice in the back of my head saying, "you know he's locked in a room/closet somewhere." but I chose to ignore it.
BAD MOVE.
ahhhh, yeah. He was shut in my room. the first thing I was greeted with as I opened the door was the unmistakable smell of sh!t. Yep..... right next to my hope chest. a Nero-sized pile-o-poo..... oooh, and what's this I see???? a Nero-sized wet spot in the carpet next to my closet.. ARRRRGGGGGHHHHH! It's freakin' midnight, I just wanna sleeeeeeeeeeeep! But no, i'm on Excrement Clean-up Duty (doodie?) for the next 15 minutes. As I walked in the door of my bedroom, he just did the "meowwww" at me. Meow this you jackass! I tried to close my door cuz he likes to yak up hairballs sometimes, and I prefer he doesn't do that in my room, let alone in my bed. I guess that last time I ran up there to grab something, he stealthily snuck (is that a word?) into my room without me even realizing. I shut the door and was on my way for the day.
So, I did a quick clean-up, deodorized with a nice smelling air freshener, closed the door to avoid cap'n poo cat and turned my fan on high.
OUT like a light....
Sunday: slept in til 9:30 (whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!?!?) well sorta. brian decided to text me before 9..... (argh!) I could have been out til then no problem... but even from 5 states away, he knows when to bug me. got up, showered, dressed, and out the door to get the kids at grandmas (with no coffee in me.... feel the pain.) Kids were up, talked with the fam for a bit, then got the kids ready, grabbed some McD's for lunch (for them) and continued home. After eating we {I}decided to get the pool out from behind the shed {yes, i braved the spiders so my kids could have fun} and got it all cleaned up so that they could play in the cold ass water in the 80 degree weather. Worked out well. Got the boys changed.... as they get ready to go outside, I hear Soren say, "Kellyn, you didn't have to pee in my room..." {ughhhh!} I get up and look....... yup, pee. on the floor by their closet. I sniff....... OH YEAH.... I got the deluxe hook-up! In less than 24 hours, I get to clean up 2 piss spots and.... She sh!t herself too! AWESOME~ (apparently my daughter and my cat have the same mentality.. pissing and sh!tting in bedrooms near the closet! double thumbs up!)
I am pretty sure her Dora underwear weren't impressed. I mean, Dora doesn't seem to be the type of girl who enjoys getting dirty. Let alone coated in a 3 year old little girl's poo. I bet she was just flinging curse words in Spanish all up and down Kellyn's crack! You go, Dora....
I guess on the bright side... I hadn't put Kellyn in her swimming suit yet, so cleaning it out of underwear is a lil' easier than dealing with a wet, poopy swimming suit....... {thank God that cup was half full.... lol}
Otherwise, besides the constant.... "mooom, he splashed me!" .... "mooommmm, kellyn got me wet" ....."mooom..... i'm cold" The pool was fun.
We then ate dinner, played outside for a bit in the front yard, did baths and {thank god} they are all knocked out by 9:03pm. Guess that's the upside to letting them stay up at grandma's till 11:00 last night..... the downside..... THEY WERE SOO FREAKIN' WHINYYYYYYYYY!
and yes.... I do have a drink chillin' in the fridge.
i'm not an alcoholic, i swear.
~d
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
LUCKY
Today I needed a clone.
The stars aligned just perfectly so to give me the gift of 2 big events for the boys, in 2 different places at {pretty much} the same time.
If you're a parent, or even human.... this has probably already happened to you. If not, beware... it will.
So my "clone" was my male counterpart, my husband.
We split duties, took 2 video cameras, and went our seperate ways. I got to experience Soren's Preschool Graduation Ceremony from preschool in person while Brian got to see the spring concert for 1/2 of the 1st graders.
On my way there, I witnessed an accident literally RIGHT in front of me. Had I driven even 2 mph faster, it would have been ME getting hit. Talk about needing a clone!! One of me would have had to sit there and wait for the police, while the other one would have continued on her way to preschool.
Thankfully... I narrowly escaped the two {young} women basically t-boning the car in front of me. I saw it all happen.... in fact, I pounded on my horn before the cars hit, in hopes of getting someone's attention. But there was no way, it was too late. I was a lil' freaked out, a lil' confused as what I was responsible to do as a witness, and a lil' pissed cuz I didn't want to miss the first of many "big things" in Soren's young life.
So, I slowly pulled around the cars (one was in my lane, the other was in the turning lane) rolled down my window to ask the girls if they were ok, only to be met with blank, shook-up stares and mumbling, and when I saw NO blood, or missing limbs, I drove away.
(i know what you're thinking.... i should have stayed! BUT, I called my hubby to make sure I didn't HAVE TO, and he said I was fine to leave... Graduating preschool only happens ONCE, ya know!)
And I'm glad I didn't stick around to wait for the police.
From first hand experience, the beautiful evening was the perfect setting for thirteen 4 year olds to half sing, half watch birds flying by and try to catch balloons tied to the fence. We were educated on "how hard" it was to earn their "degree", the alphabet in sign language, 4 Jesus songs (this is a Lutheran preschool), the handing out of their diplomas, as well as an audience participation song. OH, and a cute little cupcake with Soren's picture in a black cap and gown on it.
He was only disruptive a couple times by making fun of kids names (like father, like son?) and did a pretty good job over all. He played with a couple friends, got his picture taken by what {very obviously} looked to be one of his GIRLFRIENDS, took a pic with his 2 teachers, grabbed a black balloon, and headed off to the next stop for the evening.
PROUD MOMMA.
We made it in time for {what i quickly learned} was one and a half songs of Braden's concert. It took me til the last verse of the last song to even spot my kid on stage! All because before we left the house Brian was gonna put him in a BROWN shirt... I get there and look at the stage and they're all in red, white and blue (do you see a theme, here?) AND I don't have my glasses.... so its a bunch of fuzzy people-like shapes with no faces.
DUMB MOMMA
After the concert was over, and I met brian outside the auditorium, he tells me that the letter his music teacher sent home earlier last week about Braden being picked to sing in a "group" really meant that him and 4 other kids were selected to stand in front of what looked like 70+ other little fuzzy people-like shapes on risers. So he stood in front of all his peers, and the place with tons of his peers' family members staring up at him, and sang. HE SANG. For a short time on the video, I could actually make out his voice above the others.
PROUD MOMMA
This is significant because if you go back to his first experience with preschool, he was the kid that WOULD NOT participate in anything that had to do with music, circle time, etc.... he'd sit along the side of the room against the wall, and NOT even LOOK at the other kids as they did the "fun stuff". It broke my heart to see him tune them out.... It made me wonder....
Today, sometimes, I still wonder....
But tonight, I didn't wonder.
I had PRIDE.
I had AMAZEMENT.
I had TEARS.
These boys of mine are growing up so quickly. (Kellyn is too...)
It seems like only a "heartbeat" ago I was holding their tiiiiny hands as I nursed them. Where does time go?
In a "heartbeat" he paths of those two drivers crossed right in front of me. Their broken and smashed cars showing me just how things can change. Luckily, it appeared as if there were no serious injuries. The cars were cleaned up, the people involved all got to go home safely....
Be glad you are given every second with your family. Those "heartbeats" keep coming, you can't stop them. One day its wishing for a clone to be in 2 places at once, the next its high school graduation, and they are off on their own...
I am grateful for what I have.
LUCKY MOMMA
~d
The stars aligned just perfectly so to give me the gift of 2 big events for the boys, in 2 different places at {pretty much} the same time.
If you're a parent, or even human.... this has probably already happened to you. If not, beware... it will.
So my "clone" was my male counterpart, my husband.
We split duties, took 2 video cameras, and went our seperate ways. I got to experience Soren's Preschool Graduation Ceremony from preschool in person while Brian got to see the spring concert for 1/2 of the 1st graders.
On my way there, I witnessed an accident literally RIGHT in front of me. Had I driven even 2 mph faster, it would have been ME getting hit. Talk about needing a clone!! One of me would have had to sit there and wait for the police, while the other one would have continued on her way to preschool.
Thankfully... I narrowly escaped the two {young} women basically t-boning the car in front of me. I saw it all happen.... in fact, I pounded on my horn before the cars hit, in hopes of getting someone's attention. But there was no way, it was too late. I was a lil' freaked out, a lil' confused as what I was responsible to do as a witness, and a lil' pissed cuz I didn't want to miss the first of many "big things" in Soren's young life.
So, I slowly pulled around the cars (one was in my lane, the other was in the turning lane) rolled down my window to ask the girls if they were ok, only to be met with blank, shook-up stares and mumbling, and when I saw NO blood, or missing limbs, I drove away.
(i know what you're thinking.... i should have stayed! BUT, I called my hubby to make sure I didn't HAVE TO, and he said I was fine to leave... Graduating preschool only happens ONCE, ya know!)
And I'm glad I didn't stick around to wait for the police.
From first hand experience, the beautiful evening was the perfect setting for thirteen 4 year olds to half sing, half watch birds flying by and try to catch balloons tied to the fence. We were educated on "how hard" it was to earn their "degree", the alphabet in sign language, 4 Jesus songs (this is a Lutheran preschool), the handing out of their diplomas, as well as an audience participation song. OH, and a cute little cupcake with Soren's picture in a black cap and gown on it.
He was only disruptive a couple times by making fun of kids names (like father, like son?) and did a pretty good job over all. He played with a couple friends, got his picture taken by what {very obviously} looked to be one of his GIRLFRIENDS, took a pic with his 2 teachers, grabbed a black balloon, and headed off to the next stop for the evening.
PROUD MOMMA.
We made it in time for {what i quickly learned} was one and a half songs of Braden's concert. It took me til the last verse of the last song to even spot my kid on stage! All because before we left the house Brian was gonna put him in a BROWN shirt... I get there and look at the stage and they're all in red, white and blue (do you see a theme, here?) AND I don't have my glasses.... so its a bunch of fuzzy people-like shapes with no faces.
DUMB MOMMA
After the concert was over, and I met brian outside the auditorium, he tells me that the letter his music teacher sent home earlier last week about Braden being picked to sing in a "group" really meant that him and 4 other kids were selected to stand in front of what looked like 70+ other little fuzzy people-like shapes on risers. So he stood in front of all his peers, and the place with tons of his peers' family members staring up at him, and sang. HE SANG. For a short time on the video, I could actually make out his voice above the others.
PROUD MOMMA
This is significant because if you go back to his first experience with preschool, he was the kid that WOULD NOT participate in anything that had to do with music, circle time, etc.... he'd sit along the side of the room against the wall, and NOT even LOOK at the other kids as they did the "fun stuff". It broke my heart to see him tune them out.... It made me wonder....
Today, sometimes, I still wonder....
But tonight, I didn't wonder.
I had PRIDE.
I had AMAZEMENT.
I had TEARS.
These boys of mine are growing up so quickly. (Kellyn is too...)
It seems like only a "heartbeat" ago I was holding their tiiiiny hands as I nursed them. Where does time go?
In a "heartbeat" he paths of those two drivers crossed right in front of me. Their broken and smashed cars showing me just how things can change. Luckily, it appeared as if there were no serious injuries. The cars were cleaned up, the people involved all got to go home safely....
Be glad you are given every second with your family. Those "heartbeats" keep coming, you can't stop them. One day its wishing for a clone to be in 2 places at once, the next its high school graduation, and they are off on their own...
I am grateful for what I have.
LUCKY MOMMA
~d
Monday, May 30, 2011
May 29th, 2011
Impromptu BBQ, anyone?
the kids played, it stayed mostly dry....
Well that's how it started. It seemed that our little "group" of friends had no where to go this weekend, so at the last minute we threw together a BBQ in our backyard. Worked out great, everyone showed up! Even HEBO! There was food, beer, fun, beer, mosquitoes- oh... and some beer.
the kids played, it stayed mostly dry....
there was even a "Slim-Jim" salute to Macho Man Randy Savage.....
May he R.I.P!
Cuz that's how we roll.... {and we have to at least give Mark crap the once a year we actually see him!}
We avoided the rain and the iffy weather, and had a warm and overcast day to hang out in the back yard and drink in (and around) the Gazebo.
I did leave around 5 to meet up with my girls and do a balloon release for Julie. Jenny, Renee, myself and Heather all {braved} the tornado warnings (hehehehe) and met at the cemetary to take some time to remember our friend(s).
We took a few minutes to write on our balloons before the rain started, took a few quick pictures...
and counted.... 1....2....3....
All the blue ones were for Julie, and we sent up one yellow one that we all wrote on for Jen. Cuz we know that they're up there somewhere together....
No tears were shed, we all smiled and laughed a little, called it a day (cuz the rain sorta started) and left to go back to our respective BBQs... (well, most of us - ahem - Jenny!)
Now we're left to clean up the back yard!
Have a happy and safe Memorial Day!!
Thank those who have served, and continue to fight for our country!
To my cousins Lance and Devin..... Thank you!
~d
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
History repeats itself again.....
AARRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
today we received somewhere in the ball park of 3 inches of rain.
and when it rains like a freakin monsoon outside sometimes we get water in our basement.
but the only thing that GUARANTEES water in my basement is the combination of monsoon type rain mixed with my F'king husband being out of town!!!!!!!!!!
IT.NEVER.FAILS.
NEVER. {read my old blogs, the proof is there}
So I'm sitting here, assuming that the little "trickle" that the boys yelled up to me about a few minutes ago was from the leaky bathroom faucet that ultimately drips into our basement whenever we do baths/showers. few drips here, few there, sometimes a little stream to the drain. its a part of life til we decide its major enough to invest in a plumber to come out and fix it for $300+
SURPRISE! it wasn't from the bath, cuz i see a wet pair of dirty kids underwear on my laundry room floor in a different spot, {SOAKING WET!}
The "dog" room has water on the floor.... then after further investigating... my NEW vinyl floor that we just laid... has water across it. AND UNDER IT!!!!!!!! Come the fuck on!!!!
thankfully, the plus side is that its not 3-4 inches of water like the last major ordeal...but still. Water in my newly tweaked basement is bound to PISS ME OFF!!!!!
So of course this week, brian takes the dehumidifier BACK to his parents house after it sitting in our basement for 8 months.... all the fans are in the garage attic, oh.. except for the one he put in the gazebo. but since it rained 3 inches, the stupid thing is SITTING in water.
So let me think... bring it in the house to dry the basement floor... plug it in and ELECTROCUTE myself.
GOOD PLAN!
Didn't i say something about how i give the single parents props yesterday? and then i went to get a drink??
Well today, i cracked myself a frosty {beer} and tried to avoid a meltdown.
Brian's friend came over to help me investigate, cuz i can't move the heavy ass couch by myself.
Saw that the water was coming in behind it, not thru the floor storm drain access {good thing?} and left it out from the wall. The back of the house, I have no idea whyyyyyyy its leaking.
So all i can say is that if the rain god(s) are listening..... ENOUGH ALREADY! Don't make me send you the repair bill!!!
now where's my beer?
~d
today we received somewhere in the ball park of 3 inches of rain.
and when it rains like a freakin monsoon outside sometimes we get water in our basement.
but the only thing that GUARANTEES water in my basement is the combination of monsoon type rain mixed with my F'king husband being out of town!!!!!!!!!!
IT.NEVER.FAILS.
NEVER. {read my old blogs, the proof is there}
So I'm sitting here, assuming that the little "trickle" that the boys yelled up to me about a few minutes ago was from the leaky bathroom faucet that ultimately drips into our basement whenever we do baths/showers. few drips here, few there, sometimes a little stream to the drain. its a part of life til we decide its major enough to invest in a plumber to come out and fix it for $300+
SURPRISE! it wasn't from the bath, cuz i see a wet pair of dirty kids underwear on my laundry room floor in a different spot, {SOAKING WET!}
The "dog" room has water on the floor.... then after further investigating... my NEW vinyl floor that we just laid... has water across it. AND UNDER IT!!!!!!!! Come the fuck on!!!!
thankfully, the plus side is that its not 3-4 inches of water like the last major ordeal...but still. Water in my newly tweaked basement is bound to PISS ME OFF!!!!!
So of course this week, brian takes the dehumidifier BACK to his parents house after it sitting in our basement for 8 months.... all the fans are in the garage attic, oh.. except for the one he put in the gazebo. but since it rained 3 inches, the stupid thing is SITTING in water.
So let me think... bring it in the house to dry the basement floor... plug it in and ELECTROCUTE myself.
GOOD PLAN!
Didn't i say something about how i give the single parents props yesterday? and then i went to get a drink??
Well today, i cracked myself a frosty {beer} and tried to avoid a meltdown.
Brian's friend came over to help me investigate, cuz i can't move the heavy ass couch by myself.
Saw that the water was coming in behind it, not thru the floor storm drain access {good thing?} and left it out from the wall. The back of the house, I have no idea whyyyyyyy its leaking.
So all i can say is that if the rain god(s) are listening..... ENOUGH ALREADY! Don't make me send you the repair bill!!!
now where's my beer?
~d
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Psuedo single momma....
Today I became a psuedo single momma...
Brian left for a {work thing} convention for the union. So, that means there will be a shitload of police officers defiling a hotel somewhere. 5 days filled with drinking, eating, farting, smoking, gambling, golfing, bullshitting.... such a hard job. {the only perk for me would be if he actually WINS a prize this year and brings me home something cool!} I'm pretty sure that the cleaning staff hates this group of police officers!! I mean, think of all those drunk, obnoxious men in one hotel. And the smell.... {GAG}
To give you an example of what they're dealin with up there::: Last year's "officer of the year" streaked naked thru the hotel. Upstanding gentlemen.... fo'sho! {and if i'm remembering correctly, i believe that he was kicked out!} lol
So as he "slaves" away working "hard" til saturday...er friday, i mean, he does GOLF friday... so that's not hard work!
I'm left to finagle the 3 kids this week. Inlaws just happen to be going out of town at the same time, so I have to find a way to get the boys to school (and back), me to work, boys to 2 t-ball games this week, still potty training Kellyn all while not killing someone before he gets home.
OH... and NEXT weekend he will enjoy a lovely weekend back home {minnesota} without ANY OF US while he golfs in a charity outing. That's so not fair that he's gonna be in my home state without me!
I have always respected all single moms and dads out there, and everytime he goes away, I am reminded how LUCKY I am to NOT be a single parent. God bless you all!
Now where's my drink????
~d
Brian left for a {work thing} convention for the union. So, that means there will be a shitload of police officers defiling a hotel somewhere. 5 days filled with drinking, eating, farting, smoking, gambling, golfing, bullshitting.... such a hard job. {the only perk for me would be if he actually WINS a prize this year and brings me home something cool!} I'm pretty sure that the cleaning staff hates this group of police officers!! I mean, think of all those drunk, obnoxious men in one hotel. And the smell.... {GAG}
To give you an example of what they're dealin with up there::: Last year's "officer of the year" streaked naked thru the hotel. Upstanding gentlemen.... fo'sho! {and if i'm remembering correctly, i believe that he was kicked out!} lol
So as he "slaves" away working "hard" til saturday...er friday, i mean, he does GOLF friday... so that's not hard work!
I'm left to finagle the 3 kids this week. Inlaws just happen to be going out of town at the same time, so I have to find a way to get the boys to school (and back), me to work, boys to 2 t-ball games this week, still potty training Kellyn all while not killing someone before he gets home.
OH... and NEXT weekend he will enjoy a lovely weekend back home {minnesota} without ANY OF US while he golfs in a charity outing. That's so not fair that he's gonna be in my home state without me!
I have always respected all single moms and dads out there, and everytime he goes away, I am reminded how LUCKY I am to NOT be a single parent. God bless you all!
Now where's my drink????
~d
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Happy Birthday to Julie.... in Heaven!
Today is my friend Julie's birthday. She is a great friend, even though she left this Earth almost 1 year ago. And since that crazy old man on the radio was wrong about Rapture Day yesterday, I have to wish her a Happy Birthday from this rock instead of enjoying it with her somewhere over the rainbow.
So before I regress into my head, get myself into a tizzy, upset and depressed....
I'll just leave this installment short.
Happy Birthday, dear friend.
~d
So before I regress into my head, get myself into a tizzy, upset and depressed....
I'll just leave this installment short.
Happy Birthday, dear friend.
~d
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Potty Training KellyBelly: Day 2 - Rapture Day?
So where is Day 1, you ask?
Well, Day 1 was pretty uneventful. We woke up, put on Dora undies, and started the day with pee in the potty... yay! No accidents, even thru an hour with the babysitter, 3 & 5 year check-ups (including a hysterical 5 year old getting his shot), AND a t-ball game... it was actually very awesome! The last two times we tried to "train" her... she just pissed all over my house, without realizing she wasn't supposed to. Her only accident was sitting on the front steps, eating watermelon with daddy.... Some how a random puddle just started pooling out from under her.... WHEW... good thing it was almost bed time! So 5 successful trips, 4 "good try" stickers were given, and one oops. I'd call that a good day.
Day 2, started off in the same grand way as Day 1.... A+ use of the toilet and soap and water to wash her hands! Made it thru t-ball again this morning, thru lunch, and then when we played out side.... there was {the look} from the sidewalk......
{the look}
yeah, the "ohmygod-whats-coming-out-of-my-butt-into-my-Dora-underwear?!?!?!?" look.
I'm tryin to get her to bust a move from the end of the sidewalk to inside the house.... I reach down and feel....
yup.
too late!
my little girl has grown a tail.
HAHAHAHAHA!
I knew it was gonna happen since she didn't PEWP yesterday. Darn, I thought we would be lucky, and she'd just climb right up, do her bizniz and get off the potty. {D.R.E.A.M.I.N.G!}
Shortly after the Haz-Mat team left my bathroom {ahem, ME}, she had a 2nd "incident" on my NEW Ikea couch..... aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!
Oh well....
Which reminds me... the Haz-Mat crew needs to stock up on flushable wipes... =)
So, the worst of my Rapture?? Day involved a little girl with a tail-- I'm sure the matching horns and pitch fork will arrive tomorrow! =)
Well, Day 1 was pretty uneventful. We woke up, put on Dora undies, and started the day with pee in the potty... yay! No accidents, even thru an hour with the babysitter, 3 & 5 year check-ups (including a hysterical 5 year old getting his shot), AND a t-ball game... it was actually very awesome! The last two times we tried to "train" her... she just pissed all over my house, without realizing she wasn't supposed to. Her only accident was sitting on the front steps, eating watermelon with daddy.... Some how a random puddle just started pooling out from under her.... WHEW... good thing it was almost bed time! So 5 successful trips, 4 "good try" stickers were given, and one oops. I'd call that a good day.
Day 2, started off in the same grand way as Day 1.... A+ use of the toilet and soap and water to wash her hands! Made it thru t-ball again this morning, thru lunch, and then when we played out side.... there was {the look} from the sidewalk......
{the look}
yeah, the "ohmygod-whats-coming-out-of-my-butt-into-my-Dora-underwear?!?!?!?" look.
I'm tryin to get her to bust a move from the end of the sidewalk to inside the house.... I reach down and feel....
yup.
too late!
my little girl has grown a tail.
HAHAHAHAHA!
I knew it was gonna happen since she didn't PEWP yesterday. Darn, I thought we would be lucky, and she'd just climb right up, do her bizniz and get off the potty. {D.R.E.A.M.I.N.G!}
Shortly after the Haz-Mat team left my bathroom {ahem, ME}, she had a 2nd "incident" on my NEW Ikea couch..... aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!
Oh well....
Which reminds me... the Haz-Mat crew needs to stock up on flushable wipes... =)
So, the worst of my Rapture?? Day involved a little girl with a tail-- I'm sure the matching horns and pitch fork will arrive tomorrow! =)
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Happy Birthday, Melanie!!
So today is my BEST FRIEND Melanie's birthday. She has turned 21 for the last 10 years now... {just like me} She's one of the best friends a girl could ask for!
We've been acquaintances since 7th grade, friends since probably 8th.... My senior year, I moved in with her and her dad so I didn't have to change schools my SENIOR year when my family moved away. I went off to 2 years of college @ SCSU {GO HUSKIES} and moved back in with her during the summer...
UNTIL:::
I moved to Michigan in May of 2000 and have been stuck here ever since! We introduced HER DAD to MY HUSBAND'S SISTER.... and a little over a year later.... they got MARRIED.
So now, my bestie is {technically} my NIECE by marriage. So, our relationship {and family} is a little pretzel like... twisted.
Since moving to Michigan, we've had times when we've hardly talked for months, and times were we talked quite often. But the perk to having Melanie in my family is that I get to see her WAY more often than my other close friends from home, cuz she's at family gatherings!!
I just want you to know Mel, that even as tough as this year has been for me, it's good to know that I have a friend that I can pick up and talk to like we saw each other yesterday...
I truly feel that the friendships that you make in your adolescence can't be duplicated. Things were easier then. Friends were the main part of life, you probably spent more time with them, than you did with your own family!
To all my friends out there::::
Know that I love you, and truly value the impact you had {have} in my life.
And to you, Melanie....
hahahahahhahahahahahha
xoxox
~d
(please don't hate me for posting this pic!)
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
What is darcy: uncensored???
That's a very good question.
This could be interesting! If you've gone back and read my {myspace original} posts, you've probably seen a little of everything. If you haven't read them ---> WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!!?!
Lately I've felt time slipping away, felt a little restless and needed something new. So I figured the best way to deal with that, is to timestamp my life. A story here, a rant session there, a tear-jerker here, a laugh-til-you-cry post there... I'll most likely have them all.
Sometimes insightful, sometimes pointless. But that's me, and that's my life.... and it will always be uncensored.
Hope you can come along for the ride.
~d
This could be interesting! If you've gone back and read my {myspace original} posts, you've probably seen a little of everything. If you haven't read them ---> WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!!?!
Lately I've felt time slipping away, felt a little restless and needed something new. So I figured the best way to deal with that, is to timestamp my life. A story here, a rant session there, a tear-jerker here, a laugh-til-you-cry post there... I'll most likely have them all.
Sometimes insightful, sometimes pointless. But that's me, and that's my life.... and it will always be uncensored.
Hope you can come along for the ride.
~d
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