11 years have passed and images of that day still make me sick to my stomach! Never forget!
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Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Happy 17th Birthday to our baby girl!
I remember a day 16 1/2 years ago like it was just yesterday. Our two older daughters were sprawled out on the floor on their stomachs, their feet in the air waggling, with markers and coloring pages all around them. Our six month old daughter had just started to scoot around on her belly and was dabbling in 'trouble' around the house. On this particular day I put her on the floor near her sisters and it was the fastest I had seen her scoot yet. Her destination? The markers and paper her sisters were coloring with..her mission? To destroy the pages and markers with drool and play tug of war with her older sisters for each and every marker and she fought hard for them...grunting and tearing into the next one if her sisters won the battle. Basically, she was fighting with them as best a six month old baby could. My mouth dropped open...she had a temper even then. I looked at P and the older girls and said, "Man, this girl is gonna get her way in life and be quite the handful!"
Today is her 17th birthday and I have to say that I read that entire situation correctly. Our youngest daughter is and has always been a fighter. She is quite spoiled but she would say differently. She was doted on by her older sisters and her father has grown very attached to her over the last couple of years and allowed her quite a few free passes and probably the biggest contributing spoiling culprit was me....yeah, she was my girlie girl. I had to do her hair every day in Pebbles Flinstone style, dress her in the most girlie of clothes, and coddled her probably more than I should have. They do say Karma is a bitch and I have to agree cuz I'm paying for it now.
She is a spitfire! Not afraid to voice her opinions or to argue with her parents; not afraid to punch her little brother who is now as tall as her and could probably kick my butt. If she doesn't like or agree with something she isn't afraid to let the world know...yeah, she's definitely our kid. But underneath all of that she has the kindest heart--she is very sensitive and occasionally, even now, big gator tears will well up in her big brown eyes as she tries very hard to fight it reminding me of the very reason I hovered over her so much when she was just a wee one.
Throughout the years she struggled a bit with grades; mostly middle school because of the 'culture shock' of the larger number of kids. High school came and she blossomed academically. Mostly A's with the occasional bump in History or Geography but at the end of each year she magically comes home with a report card she is so proud of. She reads like her father and finishes books within a day of getting them, is smart as a whip, and could argue Obama under the table! Yep, a young Conservative girl with lots of common sense mixed with a brain like her father's! What a combo and one all of our kids have.
On this day 17 years ago I remember putting off labor telling the nurses and the midwife NOT to break my water because I wasn't ready for the pain....I wasn't progressing so they told me I had to make the decision. It was a really relaxed situation....with a midwife everything was really calm and quite different. We had my friend come in the room with our two older girls so they could be part of the experience...I gave birth to this little peanut with a head full of black hair and a scrunched up face and immediately fell in love!
She lit up all our lives the instant she came into this world. Her big sisters were in awe, and I think my friend shed a tear as well. Never in my life did I imagine she would turn into this dangerously beautiful woman she has become...that she would be so strong in heart, soul, and mind yet so soft and sensitive to the smallest thing. Never did I imagine that we would all dote on her the way we do..protect her to within an inch of her life and that she would be as bold as her parents when push comes to shove.
She used to cry and believe that we didn't love her..and this was just a couple of years ago. She used to say we didn't care about her and that she wasn't very smart. God if only she could see herself through our eyes. She is one amazing woman and P and I couldn't be more proud of yet another of our kids.
This my Sweet Dolly is a tribute to you on your 17th birthday. May your wishes come true and the next year of your life give you as much happiness and joy as you have given all of us since the day you entered our lives! Happy Birthday!!!!!
Today is her 17th birthday and I have to say that I read that entire situation correctly. Our youngest daughter is and has always been a fighter. She is quite spoiled but she would say differently. She was doted on by her older sisters and her father has grown very attached to her over the last couple of years and allowed her quite a few free passes and probably the biggest contributing spoiling culprit was me....yeah, she was my girlie girl. I had to do her hair every day in Pebbles Flinstone style, dress her in the most girlie of clothes, and coddled her probably more than I should have. They do say Karma is a bitch and I have to agree cuz I'm paying for it now.
She is a spitfire! Not afraid to voice her opinions or to argue with her parents; not afraid to punch her little brother who is now as tall as her and could probably kick my butt. If she doesn't like or agree with something she isn't afraid to let the world know...yeah, she's definitely our kid. But underneath all of that she has the kindest heart--she is very sensitive and occasionally, even now, big gator tears will well up in her big brown eyes as she tries very hard to fight it reminding me of the very reason I hovered over her so much when she was just a wee one.
Throughout the years she struggled a bit with grades; mostly middle school because of the 'culture shock' of the larger number of kids. High school came and she blossomed academically. Mostly A's with the occasional bump in History or Geography but at the end of each year she magically comes home with a report card she is so proud of. She reads like her father and finishes books within a day of getting them, is smart as a whip, and could argue Obama under the table! Yep, a young Conservative girl with lots of common sense mixed with a brain like her father's! What a combo and one all of our kids have.
On this day 17 years ago I remember putting off labor telling the nurses and the midwife NOT to break my water because I wasn't ready for the pain....I wasn't progressing so they told me I had to make the decision. It was a really relaxed situation....with a midwife everything was really calm and quite different. We had my friend come in the room with our two older girls so they could be part of the experience...I gave birth to this little peanut with a head full of black hair and a scrunched up face and immediately fell in love!
She lit up all our lives the instant she came into this world. Her big sisters were in awe, and I think my friend shed a tear as well. Never in my life did I imagine she would turn into this dangerously beautiful woman she has become...that she would be so strong in heart, soul, and mind yet so soft and sensitive to the smallest thing. Never did I imagine that we would all dote on her the way we do..protect her to within an inch of her life and that she would be as bold as her parents when push comes to shove.
She used to cry and believe that we didn't love her..and this was just a couple of years ago. She used to say we didn't care about her and that she wasn't very smart. God if only she could see herself through our eyes. She is one amazing woman and P and I couldn't be more proud of yet another of our kids.
This my Sweet Dolly is a tribute to you on your 17th birthday. May your wishes come true and the next year of your life give you as much happiness and joy as you have given all of us since the day you entered our lives! Happy Birthday!!!!!
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
What a really great weekend
I've been sick the last couple days. And it just figures...I decided on Monday that I was going to do one thing a day this week towards getting our house back in order and cleaned again. Yesterday, I woke up all gung-ho, dug into one room that really needed to be clean--it took me three hours to do. By nine o'clock though I had this nagging cough that just wouldn't quit....by noon I was curled up on the couch fighting the sleep and shivers. At least I finished that room though. At first I thought it was from the cleaning stuff I was using..that I was inhaling some of the stuff in the air and it was coating my throat...I no longer think that. So here I sit on my couch the second day in a row actually very disappointed that I cannot continue my 'to-do' list! How often does that happen? Yeah, never!
We had an absolutely fabulous, relaxing yet busy weekend. It's the one weekend in between all our 'busy' that we get to just be and do what we need to do or just simply want to do. On Friday we had a few beers and a fire with very wet wood. P managed to spark it anyway and I couldn't be more grateful for that because I really wanted a fire. He makes sure to give me what I want..what a guy I have!
Saturday P got up early and headed to the cities for the day to help his buddy move. I took our son to the park and him and I fished all day and into the evening--P met us there once he finished. We caught a few bass but nothing to brag about. That night we had a couple more beers and decided to sleep in the tent...yeah, we do that sometimes..just set up the tent and pretend to camp. lol
Sunday..ahh, Sunday was a fun day. P went and played tennis with our daughter and came home absolutely exhausted. She's quite a tennis player but loves to say she's not. But I can see that pride in her face when she talks about those matches with her dad. He loves to tease her though which is so like him.
So, after we all took showers and got ourselves together we decided to go fishing..and even our daughter wanted to go..oh goodness! Our daughter NEVER goes fishing with us so we had to get out of here and quick. When we left the sun was shining and it was still pretty hot out. We fished for a couple hours while this big dark cloud slowly made its way over our heads. Every few minutes it would start to rain...big huge drops would waft across the lake and we would watch as they came after us. Thankfully though we each only felt a few of those drops each time...enough to cool us off.
But then...yeah, things changed. We heard a siren and I asked if it was 6:00 already. Nope, that was just a siren going off. There was no rain or wind or anything. That siren kept blaring and then another started up...P and I looked at each other, at the sky and wondered if maybe there wasn't something heading towards us. Well then another siren and then another and another and we said, 'Ok, it's time to get out of here!'
There was a boat flying across the lake as we packed up as best we could....during that time it started to sprinkle, then rain, and as we were struggling to get the rest of our stuff the skies opened up. Sirens screaming, torrential rains showering us we simply just scooped everything up and took off.
As we made our way to the path with that eerie sound of five or six sirens going off, someone started sounding an air horn across the lake....good grief what in the hell....my son and I started walking faster and the rain came down harder. There was a slight breeze and then all the sudden I hear, "Oh my God, it's hailing!!!" I look down and see pea size hail bouncing all over the ground...I HATE storms...it's a childhood thing so when I saw my son stop and pick up a piece of hail I yelled at him to haul ass because hail is just not a good sign....then it kept getting bigger and I started seeing nickel size hail and my freak out mechanism really kicked in.
Yes, I was freaking out. I heard P and our daughter behind us saying 'Ouch! Ouch!' Our boy was in front of me saying 'Ouch! I just got hit again!' and I'm thinking...we have to get out of these trees because there was thunder and lightening and there was no way I was going to stop because I didn't want to get nailed with the hail..which by the way I must have been too focused on running and not tripping in my flip-flops because I didn't feel a single piece of hail hit me...I just kept telling our boy to hustle and that we had to get out of there....
Yeah, him and I did triple time back to the car...P knows how I feel about storms and he too was a bit freaked out but he hung back because our daughter was struggling to run in her flip-flops....oh it was probably pretty comical to the innocent bystander who may have been watching us....all the same it was not a very pleasant five minutes getting back to that car wondering what may have been lurking just over that horizon that caused all this racket!
Our son and I made it to the edge of the parking lot and guess what....the sirens whirred themselves into silence, the hail stopped, and we were left with a gentle breeze and a light sprinkle. At this time I stopped triple timing it and walked the rest of the way to the car. I looked back and P and our girl were still about 25 feet away walking fast but every last one of us looked as if we had just got in the shower with our clothes on and stepped out and went about our day! We were soaked.
The cars that were just moments before leaving the parking lot came back and parked...one man looked at us laughing and said, 'Where you going? The fun hasn't even started yet!" and proceeded to laugh with us.....we must have all looked like wet rats..hair plastered to our faces, clothes heavy with water, mud up and down our legs from our flippers...yeah.
We hesitated mentally and thought about going back out to the point to fish all the while all of us putting our stuff in the car....I think at that point we had made a unanimous decision that yes, we were done fishing. lol But man, what a great adventure!
Monday came and our oldest daughter and her family wanted to come hang out for the day. They brought their 'secret' burgers and we played cornhole and sat outside watching our WeeMan playing for most of the day. It was one hell of a great weekend. While it wasn't just us sitting on our asses doing nothing all weekend it was so very relaxing and nice to have some time to just be! And I must say, each time we have this sort of time to ourselves we end up with some very great memories to reflect on....
We had an absolutely fabulous, relaxing yet busy weekend. It's the one weekend in between all our 'busy' that we get to just be and do what we need to do or just simply want to do. On Friday we had a few beers and a fire with very wet wood. P managed to spark it anyway and I couldn't be more grateful for that because I really wanted a fire. He makes sure to give me what I want..what a guy I have!
Saturday P got up early and headed to the cities for the day to help his buddy move. I took our son to the park and him and I fished all day and into the evening--P met us there once he finished. We caught a few bass but nothing to brag about. That night we had a couple more beers and decided to sleep in the tent...yeah, we do that sometimes..just set up the tent and pretend to camp. lol
Sunday..ahh, Sunday was a fun day. P went and played tennis with our daughter and came home absolutely exhausted. She's quite a tennis player but loves to say she's not. But I can see that pride in her face when she talks about those matches with her dad. He loves to tease her though which is so like him.
So, after we all took showers and got ourselves together we decided to go fishing..and even our daughter wanted to go..oh goodness! Our daughter NEVER goes fishing with us so we had to get out of here and quick. When we left the sun was shining and it was still pretty hot out. We fished for a couple hours while this big dark cloud slowly made its way over our heads. Every few minutes it would start to rain...big huge drops would waft across the lake and we would watch as they came after us. Thankfully though we each only felt a few of those drops each time...enough to cool us off.
But then...yeah, things changed. We heard a siren and I asked if it was 6:00 already. Nope, that was just a siren going off. There was no rain or wind or anything. That siren kept blaring and then another started up...P and I looked at each other, at the sky and wondered if maybe there wasn't something heading towards us. Well then another siren and then another and another and we said, 'Ok, it's time to get out of here!'
There was a boat flying across the lake as we packed up as best we could....during that time it started to sprinkle, then rain, and as we were struggling to get the rest of our stuff the skies opened up. Sirens screaming, torrential rains showering us we simply just scooped everything up and took off.
As we made our way to the path with that eerie sound of five or six sirens going off, someone started sounding an air horn across the lake....good grief what in the hell....my son and I started walking faster and the rain came down harder. There was a slight breeze and then all the sudden I hear, "Oh my God, it's hailing!!!" I look down and see pea size hail bouncing all over the ground...I HATE storms...it's a childhood thing so when I saw my son stop and pick up a piece of hail I yelled at him to haul ass because hail is just not a good sign....then it kept getting bigger and I started seeing nickel size hail and my freak out mechanism really kicked in.
Yes, I was freaking out. I heard P and our daughter behind us saying 'Ouch! Ouch!' Our boy was in front of me saying 'Ouch! I just got hit again!' and I'm thinking...we have to get out of these trees because there was thunder and lightening and there was no way I was going to stop because I didn't want to get nailed with the hail..which by the way I must have been too focused on running and not tripping in my flip-flops because I didn't feel a single piece of hail hit me...I just kept telling our boy to hustle and that we had to get out of there....
Yeah, him and I did triple time back to the car...P knows how I feel about storms and he too was a bit freaked out but he hung back because our daughter was struggling to run in her flip-flops....oh it was probably pretty comical to the innocent bystander who may have been watching us....all the same it was not a very pleasant five minutes getting back to that car wondering what may have been lurking just over that horizon that caused all this racket!
Our son and I made it to the edge of the parking lot and guess what....the sirens whirred themselves into silence, the hail stopped, and we were left with a gentle breeze and a light sprinkle. At this time I stopped triple timing it and walked the rest of the way to the car. I looked back and P and our girl were still about 25 feet away walking fast but every last one of us looked as if we had just got in the shower with our clothes on and stepped out and went about our day! We were soaked.
The cars that were just moments before leaving the parking lot came back and parked...one man looked at us laughing and said, 'Where you going? The fun hasn't even started yet!" and proceeded to laugh with us.....we must have all looked like wet rats..hair plastered to our faces, clothes heavy with water, mud up and down our legs from our flippers...yeah.
We hesitated mentally and thought about going back out to the point to fish all the while all of us putting our stuff in the car....I think at that point we had made a unanimous decision that yes, we were done fishing. lol But man, what a great adventure!
Monday came and our oldest daughter and her family wanted to come hang out for the day. They brought their 'secret' burgers and we played cornhole and sat outside watching our WeeMan playing for most of the day. It was one hell of a great weekend. While it wasn't just us sitting on our asses doing nothing all weekend it was so very relaxing and nice to have some time to just be! And I must say, each time we have this sort of time to ourselves we end up with some very great memories to reflect on....
Thursday, May 03, 2012
Some normalcy
How very bizarre! April has come and gone and it took with it all that darkness! Yay! Normal. My apologies for that last post, it is very morbid and sad. This year was just not great. But now? Yeah, feeling good again and ready to begin another season of soccer.
Yep, it's soccer time! Our boy is on a great team this year. Some really really good, dedicated, motivated, hard working players. This year is different because our area and another merged into one so that we had better team selections and a more balanced program. I wasn't sure about this new program because it's a bit further away for practices but after watching the boys play over the last week all that doesn't matter anymore! The boys from the other area are excellent players, very disciplined, positive, and hungry!
With this new soccer season I have once again pulled out the camera. Nothing unusual except that I am taking it a bit more seriously and have found something I have ignored for awhile--my deep seeded love for photography. The boys had a tournament over the weekend and I decided on Sunday after a great day of photos that I was going to create a soccer page dedicated to the team. That this year, instead of hoarding all the pics I've taken in the past--and half assed to boot--I am going to give the team and their parents the opportunity to see what I've done. And so far, people really like it. I've gotten some feedback and some really nice emails from parents about how grateful they are, what good photos I've gotten...but I don't take compliments well which is something I have to work on.
Above you will see a few examples of shots I've managed to get. I'm quite rusty with action photography but when I worked for the local newspaper years ago covering sports I fell in love with photographing the action. It was so much fun! And oh yeah..the action is fast on the field and my shutter is constantly clicking. Right now the goal is to eliminate as much blur as I can but it needs work!
Being out of school seems to be helping me re-acclimate to the civilization that I have had on hold for nearly four years and it feels good to be human again for a change. I haven't had much luck in the job search but that will come.....right now I'm just enjoying my family again and my life that has been missing. It's nice; I look forward to getting back into school but maybe with some time off I will find a better balance for that and life again.
Ahh, today I'm loving every minute of it!!!! Have a great day all!
Yep, it's soccer time! Our boy is on a great team this year. Some really really good, dedicated, motivated, hard working players. This year is different because our area and another merged into one so that we had better team selections and a more balanced program. I wasn't sure about this new program because it's a bit further away for practices but after watching the boys play over the last week all that doesn't matter anymore! The boys from the other area are excellent players, very disciplined, positive, and hungry!
With this new soccer season I have once again pulled out the camera. Nothing unusual except that I am taking it a bit more seriously and have found something I have ignored for awhile--my deep seeded love for photography. The boys had a tournament over the weekend and I decided on Sunday after a great day of photos that I was going to create a soccer page dedicated to the team. That this year, instead of hoarding all the pics I've taken in the past--and half assed to boot--I am going to give the team and their parents the opportunity to see what I've done. And so far, people really like it. I've gotten some feedback and some really nice emails from parents about how grateful they are, what good photos I've gotten...but I don't take compliments well which is something I have to work on.
Being out of school seems to be helping me re-acclimate to the civilization that I have had on hold for nearly four years and it feels good to be human again for a change. I haven't had much luck in the job search but that will come.....right now I'm just enjoying my family again and my life that has been missing. It's nice; I look forward to getting back into school but maybe with some time off I will find a better balance for that and life again.
Ahh, today I'm loving every minute of it!!!! Have a great day all!
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
I think the starting shot has been fired!
So yep...I'm supposed to be taking a break from this appendage on my lap but because my first day off has already been full of excitement, AND I have time to share, I'm going to do that! So here's a story
My first day off literally started with a bang. I decided I'd continue my routine of getting up with P and the kids a six, make their lunches, pour P's coffee, clean the kitchen, get in the shower and run to the store quick and come home and just be lazy--read news, watch movies, whatever. But before I can get into this I have to give some background...
Last night at around 10 or so P and I were on our deck smoking...a car went by and there was a crunch about five seconds after it passed our house (about 1/8 of a mile down the road) .. oops, the car hit a deer. Nothing unusual. P said it was a pretty good crunch, I didn't hear it because I was talking.
So this morning at about 7:30 I left for the store...as I was nearing where the deer was hit I noticed some movement. I glanced and out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of two huge eyes staring at me. I slowed a bit--habit of living out here--and turned my head and met the eyes of a doe curled up in the ditch. She was just laying there staring at me...I then remembered that a car hit a deer right in that vicinity last night. As you can imagine, my mind went through it all and came to rest on...this poor thing has been sitting here suffering all damn night!
I stopped in the middle of the road, not sure what to do..then proceeded up the road, slammed on the brakes and turned around and parked. I got out and she didn't move so I knew at that moment she was hurt bad enough that she was unable to move. I walked towards the deer. She was very alive but from what I could see one of her legs that was underneath her was destroyed. There wasn't any blood..as I neared her she just stared at me and I stared right back--what is it about doe eyes..omg. I didn't want to get too close because I didn't want her to move much. I'm sure she was freaking so I walked back to the truck and called P. He told me to call the cops.
I called the cops and I was so worried they wouldn't see her that I asked if they wanted me to hang out but he assured me that I should just go on my way...I kind of had a feeling it wasn't for the reason of not finding her but the other...
So, I went to the store and decided I would buy an apple and a knife..yes, I'm ridiculous that way. But if they were going to kill the deer I wanted her to have one last treat. I sat in the parking lot, cut the apple up and proceeded to drive home. On the way down the big hill I started thinking about if I had stayed. Knowing the legs of the deer were messed up I knew they would have to shoot her so I started thinking about what I would tell the cops..yeah, I know, you have to shoot her but just please don't do it in front of me....
Yeah..I got to our road, saw the City truck drive across the highway down my road and the cop car parked. When I got to about 75 yards I could see the cop walking around the front of his car towards the deer..then I saw the deer scrambling as best she could trying to get up the hill to the field...then I saw the flash of gun shot and the deer collapsed...I was about 50 yards away by that time. My foot fell off the gas pedal, my mouth hung open and my eyes welled up with tears....omg...wasn't I just saying to myself not to shoot the deer when I was around? I glanced at the cut up apple, drove by at a snails pace as the cop was putting his gun in the holster, looked at the deer now resting peacefully, and tried to tell myself that I called for a reason.
I got in the driveway, blinked away the tears, opened my door and heard another shot....I cringed and my eyes began to sting again....good grief woman, what the hell is your problem. These varmints are all over the place, run through our yard, leave poop in the yard, eat your hostas...what the hell! I opened the other door to get my bag of groceries out and on the seat was the cut up apple...what a sap I am! I had to remind myself that I made that call for a reason..that it was what was best for the deer who lay there suffering all night...
All in all, it should be a good morning but having to see the animal shot like that was like a punch in the gut. I'm not angry about it...I am very glad that it happened...the whole point was to ease the suffering of an injured animal and that is the way it should be. I don't think the legs could have been saved....the one I saw was pretty messed up. But the haunting look in the eyes of that deer will be in my mind for a long time.....wow...what a way to start eh?
My first day off literally started with a bang. I decided I'd continue my routine of getting up with P and the kids a six, make their lunches, pour P's coffee, clean the kitchen, get in the shower and run to the store quick and come home and just be lazy--read news, watch movies, whatever. But before I can get into this I have to give some background...
Last night at around 10 or so P and I were on our deck smoking...a car went by and there was a crunch about five seconds after it passed our house (about 1/8 of a mile down the road) .. oops, the car hit a deer. Nothing unusual. P said it was a pretty good crunch, I didn't hear it because I was talking.
So this morning at about 7:30 I left for the store...as I was nearing where the deer was hit I noticed some movement. I glanced and out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of two huge eyes staring at me. I slowed a bit--habit of living out here--and turned my head and met the eyes of a doe curled up in the ditch. She was just laying there staring at me...I then remembered that a car hit a deer right in that vicinity last night. As you can imagine, my mind went through it all and came to rest on...this poor thing has been sitting here suffering all damn night!
I stopped in the middle of the road, not sure what to do..then proceeded up the road, slammed on the brakes and turned around and parked. I got out and she didn't move so I knew at that moment she was hurt bad enough that she was unable to move. I walked towards the deer. She was very alive but from what I could see one of her legs that was underneath her was destroyed. There wasn't any blood..as I neared her she just stared at me and I stared right back--what is it about doe eyes..omg. I didn't want to get too close because I didn't want her to move much. I'm sure she was freaking so I walked back to the truck and called P. He told me to call the cops.
I called the cops and I was so worried they wouldn't see her that I asked if they wanted me to hang out but he assured me that I should just go on my way...I kind of had a feeling it wasn't for the reason of not finding her but the other...
So, I went to the store and decided I would buy an apple and a knife..yes, I'm ridiculous that way. But if they were going to kill the deer I wanted her to have one last treat. I sat in the parking lot, cut the apple up and proceeded to drive home. On the way down the big hill I started thinking about if I had stayed. Knowing the legs of the deer were messed up I knew they would have to shoot her so I started thinking about what I would tell the cops..yeah, I know, you have to shoot her but just please don't do it in front of me....
Yeah..I got to our road, saw the City truck drive across the highway down my road and the cop car parked. When I got to about 75 yards I could see the cop walking around the front of his car towards the deer..then I saw the deer scrambling as best she could trying to get up the hill to the field...then I saw the flash of gun shot and the deer collapsed...I was about 50 yards away by that time. My foot fell off the gas pedal, my mouth hung open and my eyes welled up with tears....omg...wasn't I just saying to myself not to shoot the deer when I was around? I glanced at the cut up apple, drove by at a snails pace as the cop was putting his gun in the holster, looked at the deer now resting peacefully, and tried to tell myself that I called for a reason.
I got in the driveway, blinked away the tears, opened my door and heard another shot....I cringed and my eyes began to sting again....good grief woman, what the hell is your problem. These varmints are all over the place, run through our yard, leave poop in the yard, eat your hostas...what the hell! I opened the other door to get my bag of groceries out and on the seat was the cut up apple...what a sap I am! I had to remind myself that I made that call for a reason..that it was what was best for the deer who lay there suffering all night...
All in all, it should be a good morning but having to see the animal shot like that was like a punch in the gut. I'm not angry about it...I am very glad that it happened...the whole point was to ease the suffering of an injured animal and that is the way it should be. I don't think the legs could have been saved....the one I saw was pretty messed up. But the haunting look in the eyes of that deer will be in my mind for a long time.....wow...what a way to start eh?
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Yeah...he's my little man
I'm a bit late with this post..been a busy few weeks and time just keeps getting away from me. However, I haven't forgotten that I need to post something that followed that really hectic weekend we had with the wedding.
That following Monday was a bitter sweet day. 13 years before our wee little baby boy entered our lives. It was his birthday obviously and a day that marked the last of our children under those teen years. That day I reflected on my pregnancy with him. How shocked P and I were to learn that we were going to have another child...then the hell we went through with the first ultra sound and the rude techs which resulted in a free ultra sound after I unknowingly vented to the supervisor of the tech department about how horrible my husband and kids were treated. We had not had any ultra sounds with our three girls, had no desire to know if they would be boys or girls but this last one was different. And the first ultra sound experience left me in tears and P very upset. But that second one was amazing...we left there with the words, you are definitely going to have a boy.
Yeah, right, I certainly was not convinced even though she pointed out all the plumbing. Three girls in and that denial that we would have a boy was overpowering. Then I had another ultra sound at eight months and it was certainly a 'foreign object' that showed on the screen. But even then, I was in disbelief as was P. I bought yellow clothes or neutral colors. Walked around unconvinced. I was sick most of that pregnancy with morning, afternoon, and evening sickness, gained a ton of weight, and looked like I had a watermelon under my clothes....
The day came and I had decided early on that I would do something else different...have the spinal...BIG mistake. I was puking my guts out in between and during contractions, felt miserable but hey, that was the first time after three babies that those awful contractions didn't make me want to pass out. Ahhhhh....then it came time for this 'alien' to come see us...I was yelled at by the doc to stop pushing and I yelled back...unheard of btw with the girls...I had to get that baby out because well..I won't get into why. But when this little 'alien' came out he was definitely a he....and he was very dark. P even asked if I was sure that was his kid--jokingly-- but he was very dark. He looked like his grandpa....round face, scrunched up and the worst part of it all is I was so out of it from the drugs that I could barely hold him.....oh man.....
So this little baby boy was real...changing him was a challenge as I had never experienced pee flying in the air before let alone right in the face when changing a baby in the dark in the middle of the night...it was quite an adventure that I will always hold very dear to my heart.
As this little boy grew he managed to bury within me a love that I will never be able to explain. P always had his little girls....but this was my first experience with mama's boy. Him and I found snakes and lizards, caught monarch caterpillars, watched them turn into butterflies only to let them go, I taught him to fish only to be outfished by the time he was 8 years old...latching on to those two bass that held my worm in their mouths after they broke my line.....oh he's got such a big heart too.....and soccer? Oh yeah the boy can play..in fact he is playing on a team that is a year older than him this year. At the age of 12 he tried out and was placed on the 14-year old team.....talk about proud? Yeah, he's my boy.
Now he is nearly as tall as me, voice deeper than his fathers, girlfriends all over the place, and still...even though he is tough as could be finds moments in his life to talk to me heart to heart, laugh with me...and just be my boy....
Yes, he's on his way to being a man; there is no stopping that runaway train. But in the end he is still my boy...my little man....that very big surprise that to this day still amazes me to no end.
That following Monday was a bitter sweet day. 13 years before our wee little baby boy entered our lives. It was his birthday obviously and a day that marked the last of our children under those teen years. That day I reflected on my pregnancy with him. How shocked P and I were to learn that we were going to have another child...then the hell we went through with the first ultra sound and the rude techs which resulted in a free ultra sound after I unknowingly vented to the supervisor of the tech department about how horrible my husband and kids were treated. We had not had any ultra sounds with our three girls, had no desire to know if they would be boys or girls but this last one was different. And the first ultra sound experience left me in tears and P very upset. But that second one was amazing...we left there with the words, you are definitely going to have a boy.
Yeah, right, I certainly was not convinced even though she pointed out all the plumbing. Three girls in and that denial that we would have a boy was overpowering. Then I had another ultra sound at eight months and it was certainly a 'foreign object' that showed on the screen. But even then, I was in disbelief as was P. I bought yellow clothes or neutral colors. Walked around unconvinced. I was sick most of that pregnancy with morning, afternoon, and evening sickness, gained a ton of weight, and looked like I had a watermelon under my clothes....
The day came and I had decided early on that I would do something else different...have the spinal...BIG mistake. I was puking my guts out in between and during contractions, felt miserable but hey, that was the first time after three babies that those awful contractions didn't make me want to pass out. Ahhhhh....then it came time for this 'alien' to come see us...I was yelled at by the doc to stop pushing and I yelled back...unheard of btw with the girls...I had to get that baby out because well..I won't get into why. But when this little 'alien' came out he was definitely a he....and he was very dark. P even asked if I was sure that was his kid--jokingly-- but he was very dark. He looked like his grandpa....round face, scrunched up and the worst part of it all is I was so out of it from the drugs that I could barely hold him.....oh man.....
So this little baby boy was real...changing him was a challenge as I had never experienced pee flying in the air before let alone right in the face when changing a baby in the dark in the middle of the night...it was quite an adventure that I will always hold very dear to my heart.
As this little boy grew he managed to bury within me a love that I will never be able to explain. P always had his little girls....but this was my first experience with mama's boy. Him and I found snakes and lizards, caught monarch caterpillars, watched them turn into butterflies only to let them go, I taught him to fish only to be outfished by the time he was 8 years old...latching on to those two bass that held my worm in their mouths after they broke my line.....oh he's got such a big heart too.....and soccer? Oh yeah the boy can play..in fact he is playing on a team that is a year older than him this year. At the age of 12 he tried out and was placed on the 14-year old team.....talk about proud? Yeah, he's my boy.
Now he is nearly as tall as me, voice deeper than his fathers, girlfriends all over the place, and still...even though he is tough as could be finds moments in his life to talk to me heart to heart, laugh with me...and just be my boy....
Yes, he's on his way to being a man; there is no stopping that runaway train. But in the end he is still my boy...my little man....that very big surprise that to this day still amazes me to no end.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Valentine's Day 2012
Yep, it's once again my favorite day of the year. The day I began dating the love of my life..the one who changed my whole outlook on life and living! 27-years ago I was asked to be his girlfriend...as many may know he asked on the 13 but I refused him because of unlucky 13...it had nothing to do with Valentine's Day. In fact, I remember to this day thinking how corny and cliche it would be but I didn't care--that unlucky 13 over-ruled all of that.27-years of love, laughs, tears, stress, frustration, new experiences, new adventures, bumpy roads, smooth roads, kids, grandson, oh and so much more. How is it two people can tolerate each other through so much?? My own folks lasted over 50-years before my father passed away..that is a long time to endure the many challenges and unexpected with one person but man, I wouldn't change a moment!
P asked me yesterday if instead of the usual dinner out I would like to go play some virtual golf...that guy has some really great ideas I tell ya! I am all for that. Don't woo me with roses or jewelery although I do appreciate them every once in awhile-- chocolate, hmmm now I am always open to that =0). Don't get all mushy on me...I'm not that way even though I gush endlessly about what a great man I have or other things that completely have a strangle hold on my heart.
Yeah, even today, 27-years later, I am head over heels. Can't wait until he gets off work and we get to go pretend to golf! To get a big hug from him and feel the comfort of his arms around me and so many other wonderful things.
Sweethearts Day....yeah, I got me one of those and he's as sweet now as he was 27-years ago....
Happy Valentine's Day P.....couldn't be more in love..well, I take that back...each year this day comes my heart has grown more. My emotion for you has grown to unspeakable levels, the joy I have had with you all these years has far outweighed any unhappiness we, like every other couple, has endured....And once again, another year passes and I am even more convinced this year than last that I wouldn't trade a moment of the seconds I have had you in my life to love!
Saturday, February 11, 2012
366 Days of photos--Week 1 Body parts
Our daughter has found a love for photography! Woohoo....all four of our kids have the knack and well, that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. But our second oldest is pushing me to join her in a project. A photo a day for 366 days--leap year this year--each week is a new topic. I am loving it!
As for our daughter...she has been quickly building her photography hobby into something that may very well turn into a future studio. In two weeks she will be photographing her first wedding--my nephew's. She's excited, nervous, and giddy all at the same time. She has a whole slew of very up to day camera equipment that she's been purchasing. She has a list of people who want her to photograph their children, two beautiful camera bodies, long lenses, short lenses, fish-eye lenses, a lens baby and all sorts of other stuff.
She is rekindling my love of the art that is photography. I recently bought a used digital camera and am falling in love with it's abilities despite the fact that I vowed to never own one of them. I caved into my own stubbornness..yep, I admit it. My bad. But to my credit, I am going to school for IT so I guess I better get with the times and learn about all these electronic devices--yeah, I know, that's weak! lol
So anyway, she's been pushing me to pick up my camera more and get cracking. She wants me to work in her studio when she opens one....she makes me remember that there was something I really enjoyed, that I was decent at, and that I still have it. I've taken more pictures in the last 4 months than I have in the last four years......behind the lens..there is just something about that that gives me peace. Fishing, golfing, the long, five mile walks P and I have been going on...
So, I told her I would take part in this really cool project. 366 days of photos is what it's called. The site offers an spreadsheet that lists all the weeks of this year; each week is a new topic and as I looked at it my mind started racing with ideas that I could do for each week...no worries, I won't be posting 366 photos here--some but not all..I may have to create a special blog but either way...I haven't missed a day. And the best part is learning to use my camera--my digital camera, natural light, and using shadows to my advantage...and seeing the progress.Yeah, I've missed those days of taking pictures just for the fun of it but it's been pretty easy to remember how very much a part of me it was and still is....here's just three
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Merry Christmas 2011
Christmas is here; a day to spend with those you love; a day to create more memories and share laughs together; a day to enjoy the little things in life that often times get forgotten or are taken for granted. A day to remember why we are here and how lucky we all are to be alive--to live, laugh, and love.
Remember those who are serving our country, take a moment to thank them for their sacrifices, to realize that while we sit in the comfort of our homes with our significant others and/or our children that there are men and women thousands of miles from home, away from their wives and children, their parents and siblings. While we all sit and feast and share gifts and conversations the troops away from home can only send a video or talk over the internet or a phone call. They cannot see the delight in their children's eyes as they open up their favorite toy, or the tears of another missing them...they cannot hug their parents or their families. Think of those families who have a loved one in Iraq, or Afghanistan and imagine that lonely place at the table, the inability to share a child's glee, or a simple kiss under the mistletoe...remember!
Merry Christmas to everyone who may read this blog! Merry Christmas to my father who is watching over my family and is very missed by us all. Merry Christmas to wonderful friends and family who have been by my side through thick and thin. And mostly, Merry Christmas to my husband and my children...those who have never wavered in their love and support..those who have loved me despite my flaws and short-comings. I couldn't be happier than I am at this moment..I am so very blessed to have who and what I have in this life. Love, life, breath, and happiness....there is no gift greater than that!
Merry Christmas and may you all enjoy this holiday season as much as we will!!!!
Remember those who are serving our country, take a moment to thank them for their sacrifices, to realize that while we sit in the comfort of our homes with our significant others and/or our children that there are men and women thousands of miles from home, away from their wives and children, their parents and siblings. While we all sit and feast and share gifts and conversations the troops away from home can only send a video or talk over the internet or a phone call. They cannot see the delight in their children's eyes as they open up their favorite toy, or the tears of another missing them...they cannot hug their parents or their families. Think of those families who have a loved one in Iraq, or Afghanistan and imagine that lonely place at the table, the inability to share a child's glee, or a simple kiss under the mistletoe...remember!
Merry Christmas to everyone who may read this blog! Merry Christmas to my father who is watching over my family and is very missed by us all. Merry Christmas to wonderful friends and family who have been by my side through thick and thin. And mostly, Merry Christmas to my husband and my children...those who have never wavered in their love and support..those who have loved me despite my flaws and short-comings. I couldn't be happier than I am at this moment..I am so very blessed to have who and what I have in this life. Love, life, breath, and happiness....there is no gift greater than that!
Merry Christmas and may you all enjoy this holiday season as much as we will!!!!
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Happy Thanksgiving Cyber World 2011
Already Thanksgiving and the day is nearly over! I did not overeat this year though...now that is a first. Had I made the meal that might be a different story..heck, I would probably be eating leftovers right this second but no such luck this year.
We had a very quiet Turkey Day with P's family today...good food, nice chats, a few laughs and just an overall relaxing time. Then we moved on to my favorite nephews to end the day. My family is not quite as reserved...lots of loud boisterous laughter, silly antics and the most fun was the family photo of those of us that were there of all of us flipping the camera off. Yep, you read that right. In my family, this has become somewhat of a signature gesture--my father was good at doing that while sticking his tongue out whenever someone went to snap a photo....yeah, some things die hard. Perhaps a bit childish but keeping a part of our father alive on days like this gives us all a warm feeling. The best part was my mom joined in the fun. Her hands are a bit arthritic so I had to help her but she stuck her tongue out and was laughing the jolly laugh of a woman who loves to have fun. It was a very memorable 15 minutes for me....
So much to be thankful for, so many people in my life...my kids who keep me young, keep me laughing, frustrate me, but mostly love me beyond any love a person could imagine. My hubby ... oh my hubby. So much about him I could rave about...as usual. So I will choose just a couple...his love and support, his devotion, his smile, his laugh, and his sense of humor. Not a day goes by that I don't cherish these things in him....even when things are rough one look in his eyes and I can see beneath that frow-brow of his that mischievous side that reminds me that it is him that has made this life so worthwhile.
Extended family--looking around P's brother's today I was reminded that I have been a fixture in that family for 25 years--that they are in fact a part of me; have treated me like a daughter all these years--opened their hearts and arms to me in my darkest years...and welcomed me into their lives. My own family...oh those who have been constants..stood by my side when things have been at their worst as far as family goes, believed me, loved me, and kept me laughing through much of the painful times that have occurred. An my cute little mom...her and I have had quite a life together...fights, accusations, tears, a lot of laughs and it took a long time to find our center...but I do believe that we have found that. She is so very dear to me...her strength to endure things no woman should have to...to come out on the other side with a great sense of humor, the innocence of a woman who has worked her butt off to raise eight kids but the wisdom in the wrinkles around her eyes that speak a million words--she certainly is one hell of a woman. I once mentioned many years ago on this blog that I just couldn't find the exact card to describe my mom--those were tough days for her and I....I will now say that that is no longer the case.
Yeah...it's Thanksgiving..not a day to stuff myself or to treat as any other but a day that I always take a moment to look around me and see...see all that love that surrounds me and how lucky I am to have all that I do.
I hope that all our friends have had as good of a day as I have...they too are people who have grabbed a spot in my heart, in my thoughts on a day like today. Good friends are very hard to find...ones we can share with and be as honest as we should be...who don't judge or make us feel like we are less than we are...you know who I am speaking of my dear friends....
Another Thanksgiving Day been and gone but to me...all days should be days to be thankful for things we have. Happy Thanksgiving everyone..until next year!
We had a very quiet Turkey Day with P's family today...good food, nice chats, a few laughs and just an overall relaxing time. Then we moved on to my favorite nephews to end the day. My family is not quite as reserved...lots of loud boisterous laughter, silly antics and the most fun was the family photo of those of us that were there of all of us flipping the camera off. Yep, you read that right. In my family, this has become somewhat of a signature gesture--my father was good at doing that while sticking his tongue out whenever someone went to snap a photo....yeah, some things die hard. Perhaps a bit childish but keeping a part of our father alive on days like this gives us all a warm feeling. The best part was my mom joined in the fun. Her hands are a bit arthritic so I had to help her but she stuck her tongue out and was laughing the jolly laugh of a woman who loves to have fun. It was a very memorable 15 minutes for me....
So much to be thankful for, so many people in my life...my kids who keep me young, keep me laughing, frustrate me, but mostly love me beyond any love a person could imagine. My hubby ... oh my hubby. So much about him I could rave about...as usual. So I will choose just a couple...his love and support, his devotion, his smile, his laugh, and his sense of humor. Not a day goes by that I don't cherish these things in him....even when things are rough one look in his eyes and I can see beneath that frow-brow of his that mischievous side that reminds me that it is him that has made this life so worthwhile.
Extended family--looking around P's brother's today I was reminded that I have been a fixture in that family for 25 years--that they are in fact a part of me; have treated me like a daughter all these years--opened their hearts and arms to me in my darkest years...and welcomed me into their lives. My own family...oh those who have been constants..stood by my side when things have been at their worst as far as family goes, believed me, loved me, and kept me laughing through much of the painful times that have occurred. An my cute little mom...her and I have had quite a life together...fights, accusations, tears, a lot of laughs and it took a long time to find our center...but I do believe that we have found that. She is so very dear to me...her strength to endure things no woman should have to...to come out on the other side with a great sense of humor, the innocence of a woman who has worked her butt off to raise eight kids but the wisdom in the wrinkles around her eyes that speak a million words--she certainly is one hell of a woman. I once mentioned many years ago on this blog that I just couldn't find the exact card to describe my mom--those were tough days for her and I....I will now say that that is no longer the case.
Yeah...it's Thanksgiving..not a day to stuff myself or to treat as any other but a day that I always take a moment to look around me and see...see all that love that surrounds me and how lucky I am to have all that I do.
I hope that all our friends have had as good of a day as I have...they too are people who have grabbed a spot in my heart, in my thoughts on a day like today. Good friends are very hard to find...ones we can share with and be as honest as we should be...who don't judge or make us feel like we are less than we are...you know who I am speaking of my dear friends....
Another Thanksgiving Day been and gone but to me...all days should be days to be thankful for things we have. Happy Thanksgiving everyone..until next year!
Friday, October 14, 2011
Felony for one and sympathy for the drunks? Ummm, you decide
Small update to this story: Found this link today and am so very happy to hear this man is seeking self defense and that many, many people of society believe he was in the right........I left a comment at the story and at the end I mentioned this: If it were a woman behind that counter who did the same exact thing as this man you can damn well better believe she would never be charged with anything but instead use that self-defense plea and the world would sympathize! Just irritates me......
Ok, granted the guy should have stopped beating these women with the metal bar--most definitely-- but was he not practicing self defense to some extent? Did these woman physically attack him first because he was doing his job asking about some suspicious money they handed him? Maybe to some degree he felt threatened...who knows when someone is going to pull a weapon...not to mention drunk people to boot.
And the best part is how the reporter is so nonchalant about what these women are doing and then suddenly disgustingly describes what this guy did as gruesome.
And just an FYI, I don't condone what this guy did but at the same time...there is some level of wrong in how lopsided this story is.
Ok, granted the guy should have stopped beating these women with the metal bar--most definitely-- but was he not practicing self defense to some extent? Did these woman physically attack him first because he was doing his job asking about some suspicious money they handed him? Maybe to some degree he felt threatened...who knows when someone is going to pull a weapon...not to mention drunk people to boot.
And the best part is how the reporter is so nonchalant about what these women are doing and then suddenly disgustingly describes what this guy did as gruesome.
And just an FYI, I don't condone what this guy did but at the same time...there is some level of wrong in how lopsided this story is.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Blind to their own fouls
Last night I was reading through the news and found a story..yeah, it's a bit sad but nothing to cry over in my opinion. I left a couple comments at this story though because the twisting of the situation just irked me to that point.
A couple years ago in our state there was this big hoopla about a video camera being placed in a bear den. It just so happened to be a pregnant female in this den so as you could probably guess, a live birth was video taped and displayed all over the internet. I did try to go to the video but circuits were busy and I couldn't access it. Sure, what a really intriguing thing to see but not so much that I paid much attention after that.
There have been murmurs about this bear and her family here and there but I again, paid little attention until yesterday. Apparently the bear that was born 'Hope', on the YouTube video to 'Lily' was shot by accident by a hunter.
Hope was not collared or tagged so any hunter could and would have shot this black bear that dared to come to their feed stand.
The researcher in the article pretends to understand it was a mistake but laced throughout are jabs at the hunter....I cry foul!!!! The hunter was legally hunting, legally shot this bear, and even had the decency to call and tell them that he might have shot her by accident..yet according to the researcher, 'the hunter showed no remorse'!
OMG...remorse for WHAT??? Oh maybe the dedicated audience that indulged in exploiting this family of bears? I'm sorry, I enjoyed indulging in Knut's life because that bear was so adorable..but in the end I was disgusted with the fact that this exploitation continued up until the death of this poor bear who was caged its whole life and for what...so humans could get some enjoyment out of its antics and ooooo and awwww and brag about seeing Knut. Well bravo people, you got to watch a bear in captivity live and die...hope you're so proud!
Sorry.....I love animals..and I mean love them but I also respect them and understand that I am just as much of an invasion as they are to me.
It's a friggen' bear and as I said in one of my comments at the article, had that video camera never been placed in that particular den, people would not know the difference between smokey the bear or this bear! Hundreds of black bear get shot by hunters every year...how DARE these people disrespect the memory of all those other 'meaningless' bears hunted and killed!
A couple years ago in our state there was this big hoopla about a video camera being placed in a bear den. It just so happened to be a pregnant female in this den so as you could probably guess, a live birth was video taped and displayed all over the internet. I did try to go to the video but circuits were busy and I couldn't access it. Sure, what a really intriguing thing to see but not so much that I paid much attention after that.
There have been murmurs about this bear and her family here and there but I again, paid little attention until yesterday. Apparently the bear that was born 'Hope', on the YouTube video to 'Lily' was shot by accident by a hunter.
Hope was not collared or tagged so any hunter could and would have shot this black bear that dared to come to their feed stand.
The researcher in the article pretends to understand it was a mistake but laced throughout are jabs at the hunter....I cry foul!!!! The hunter was legally hunting, legally shot this bear, and even had the decency to call and tell them that he might have shot her by accident..yet according to the researcher, 'the hunter showed no remorse'!
OMG...remorse for WHAT??? Oh maybe the dedicated audience that indulged in exploiting this family of bears? I'm sorry, I enjoyed indulging in Knut's life because that bear was so adorable..but in the end I was disgusted with the fact that this exploitation continued up until the death of this poor bear who was caged its whole life and for what...so humans could get some enjoyment out of its antics and ooooo and awwww and brag about seeing Knut. Well bravo people, you got to watch a bear in captivity live and die...hope you're so proud!
Sorry.....I love animals..and I mean love them but I also respect them and understand that I am just as much of an invasion as they are to me.
It's a friggen' bear and as I said in one of my comments at the article, had that video camera never been placed in that particular den, people would not know the difference between smokey the bear or this bear! Hundreds of black bear get shot by hunters every year...how DARE these people disrespect the memory of all those other 'meaningless' bears hunted and killed!
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Happy Birthday to my Favoritest Man!
It used to be I would plan some type of dinner date with a movie or something extremely special for P's birthday. I would make sure he had the day off work so we could spend the day together. We'd go to his favorite restaurant, a good movie...as we get older that doesn't seem so important anymore.
Today is P's 42nd birthday..he is officially the same number as me. All our years together he has boasted about how I'm older than him or relished in the fact that he's married to an older woman...but on this day every year I swear I say the same thing...."HA!!! Now you're as old as me!" and his response is always..."for a few days."
We have no special plans. We went golfing yesterday and had a really nice relaxing time--the weather was beautiful and the company was beyond pleasant. All that hoopla that seemed so important all those years ago....it HAD to be on the day of the birthday or the day of the anniversary...now it's done when we can afford it or when we have the time--usually a few weeks out.
Regardless of the fact that at this point there are no special plans in the mix, I just want the love of my life to know how very special he really is to me. At one time in my life it seemed that lavishing him with gifts and attention was the way to let him know how I really felt about him, I am wiser now.
Today he is at work, probably will have some cake with his coworkers, he'll come home early and we will have dinner at home with our family...enjoy our life as it should be...and I will tell him how very much celebrating another year of his life with him could not make me happier. Those dinners out will never compare to just holding his hand and laying my head on his shoulder while we watch a movie.
Now, whether this will suffice for him...hmmmmm.....but knowing him for the last 26 years I think its safe to say the best birthday gift I could give him is a really nice, relaxing and quiet night at home.
Happy, Happy Birthday P! I love you more than life itself!
Today is P's 42nd birthday..he is officially the same number as me. All our years together he has boasted about how I'm older than him or relished in the fact that he's married to an older woman...but on this day every year I swear I say the same thing...."HA!!! Now you're as old as me!" and his response is always..."for a few days."
We have no special plans. We went golfing yesterday and had a really nice relaxing time--the weather was beautiful and the company was beyond pleasant. All that hoopla that seemed so important all those years ago....it HAD to be on the day of the birthday or the day of the anniversary...now it's done when we can afford it or when we have the time--usually a few weeks out.
Regardless of the fact that at this point there are no special plans in the mix, I just want the love of my life to know how very special he really is to me. At one time in my life it seemed that lavishing him with gifts and attention was the way to let him know how I really felt about him, I am wiser now.
Today he is at work, probably will have some cake with his coworkers, he'll come home early and we will have dinner at home with our family...enjoy our life as it should be...and I will tell him how very much celebrating another year of his life with him could not make me happier. Those dinners out will never compare to just holding his hand and laying my head on his shoulder while we watch a movie.
Now, whether this will suffice for him...hmmmmm.....but knowing him for the last 26 years I think its safe to say the best birthday gift I could give him is a really nice, relaxing and quiet night at home.
Happy, Happy Birthday P! I love you more than life itself!
Saturday, September 03, 2011
Hmmm, what is going on!
Ok, not even sure this will post. It seems blogger has been undergoing some massive updates which has been creating some issues. A few nights ago I tried to open the page and it automatically dumped to a different blogging website. Now, it dumps to an error page. The only way I could get to my sign in page was to quick hit the 'stop loading' button. Hmmmm.
Not much to post though, just wondering if others are having issues as well or if this is just something that P and I are experiencing. Hopefully Blogger will respond to my cry for help..if not, well....I don't know!
Ok, that is all for now.........ttyl
Not much to post though, just wondering if others are having issues as well or if this is just something that P and I are experiencing. Hopefully Blogger will respond to my cry for help..if not, well....I don't know!
Ok, that is all for now.........ttyl
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
Ode to a magical course Pt. 2
Yesterday...once again, we were checking the weather every hour for at least three days before our tee time. I have to say, my trust in the weathermen has been slowly dwindling so even seeing the report of sunny and beautiful I had my doubts.
We arrived for our 8:40a.m. t-time and it was looking like a beautiful day ahead and it couldn't have been more perfect. We got our rainchecks all figured out which turned out to be a big mess so the guy just said, 'Ya know what, just go play'...That was the start of our day.
I personally could not wait to see the rest of this course....it promised to be one of the most beautiful places I've been since some of those trips with my folks and to France....and I wasn't wrong about that thought.
The first five holes were some we'd already seen and I was struggling..it is a tough course although I was spending way more time on the fairway than I normally do....hmm, that's interesting. The guys were playing good as usual..struggling here and there with shots way left or not long enough...I really was so enthralled with the beauty that my game was of very little interest to me...
As the day wore on that relaxation set in more and more....suddenly I realized I was shooting way better than I ever had before and more consistant with only a few duffers--those were mostly due to me looking up because my other shots were surprising me with distance and consistency so I just HAD to see how far the next one would go....then I would forget to keep my eye on the ball and completely fudge my shot. But I didn't even care...by the time we got to the back nine I was so intrigued and awed by this course that I didn't have a care in the world.....it is the magical course.
P and T were constantly praising my shots, T was clapping with each good shot, and I was utterly perplexed that I was playing so well. And it wasn't only a shot here or there....I wiped nine strokes off my back nine if that tells you anything. I even parred a hole on the front nine...P laughed because I jumped up and down and was so excited. That was my second par in my very short golf career--honestly, that is a great feeling for me...now if only I could birdie! Arar..
This course though? After we finished playing, P and I raved about this thing for the rest of the day and even today we've been discussing how much fun we had at this place. We thought T had the same feeling but weren't able to discuss it with him since he drove separate. But P did get a chance to talk to him tonight and as we suspected T had many of the same things to say as we did....not one of us can wait to play it again and do hope to play and see it in the fall when the colors are at their brightest.....
The course? St. Croix National.....A course that looks terribly intimidating and difficult but its bark is much worse than its bite.......one must really go there to experience the adventure that we had....it was worth every drop of rain we endured that very first day we visited.
We arrived for our 8:40a.m. t-time and it was looking like a beautiful day ahead and it couldn't have been more perfect. We got our rainchecks all figured out which turned out to be a big mess so the guy just said, 'Ya know what, just go play'...That was the start of our day.
I personally could not wait to see the rest of this course....it promised to be one of the most beautiful places I've been since some of those trips with my folks and to France....and I wasn't wrong about that thought.
The first five holes were some we'd already seen and I was struggling..it is a tough course although I was spending way more time on the fairway than I normally do....hmm, that's interesting. The guys were playing good as usual..struggling here and there with shots way left or not long enough...I really was so enthralled with the beauty that my game was of very little interest to me...
As the day wore on that relaxation set in more and more....suddenly I realized I was shooting way better than I ever had before and more consistant with only a few duffers--those were mostly due to me looking up because my other shots were surprising me with distance and consistency so I just HAD to see how far the next one would go....then I would forget to keep my eye on the ball and completely fudge my shot. But I didn't even care...by the time we got to the back nine I was so intrigued and awed by this course that I didn't have a care in the world.....it is the magical course.
P and T were constantly praising my shots, T was clapping with each good shot, and I was utterly perplexed that I was playing so well. And it wasn't only a shot here or there....I wiped nine strokes off my back nine if that tells you anything. I even parred a hole on the front nine...P laughed because I jumped up and down and was so excited. That was my second par in my very short golf career--honestly, that is a great feeling for me...now if only I could birdie! Arar..
This course though? After we finished playing, P and I raved about this thing for the rest of the day and even today we've been discussing how much fun we had at this place. We thought T had the same feeling but weren't able to discuss it with him since he drove separate. But P did get a chance to talk to him tonight and as we suspected T had many of the same things to say as we did....not one of us can wait to play it again and do hope to play and see it in the fall when the colors are at their brightest.....
The course? St. Croix National.....A course that looks terribly intimidating and difficult but its bark is much worse than its bite.......one must really go there to experience the adventure that we had....it was worth every drop of rain we endured that very first day we visited.
Ode to a magical course Pt. 1
Ok, so there is something I've neglected to post about over the last few weeks. Golf! P and I have been doing PLENTY of it...I'm pretty much addicted, P has years of the game under his belt and is overjoyed that I have found a love for the game. We have golfed quite a few courses this year...it seems those easier ones are the most challenging for me. Perhaps that's because the first course I ever golfed on was one full of hills and challenging greens and it set some standards for the kind of game I enjoy.
We've been golfing with a long time friend of ours .. not too often for myself but enough. At first I was terribly nervous about it..being a complete amateur and all but by now I've learned that there is nothing to be nervous about. Him and P have made me feel very comfortable with my duffers, my 10-putt holes, my 10 drives that get me only 50-feet....they have both been very patient and full of tips and advice that I completely soak up! And when I hit a good shot? Wow, I feel like I'm on a mini-PGA tour or something--the praise and compliments are many.
So last Monday, the three of us decided we were going to attempt to play this course that looked absolutely breathtaking in the photos. I found it over a month ago purely by accident while searching for a different course. Oh, the write up of it seemed like one of those courses well beyond my meager experience....but I'm of the mind that I could care less--the bigger the challenge the more I'm up to trying it.
So anyway last week...we checked the weather for days ahead of our tee-time and each time it seemed to look better and better. By Monday it looked like we were going to have a great day with some sun and possible chance of t-storms. Yeehaw!
We went and paid and P and I were determined to walk the course despite the fact that the manager nearly demanded that we get a cart. Hardly anyone walks this course....no matter to us, we were going to walk it. We were off....we were gonna show him.
Well, the first hole was no where in sight--all we could see was a practice green and arrows to hole one and hole ten...both directions are pretty steep inclines...ahh, that's nothing. We finally got to the top and were greeted with this massive downhill view of the first hole and a flag on the green that looked like a toy flag kids get with their little garages. Yeah, it was far away and the veiw of where exactly the ball might end up if it was hit straight was missing--on either side was another fairway, sand traps, and tops of trees....omg it was beautiful. Yeah, I was starting to question the ability to walk this course by this time.
I would never have imagined in my wildest dreams a course like this...and this was just the first hole. I actually think we spent some time up there trying to decide how exactly to tackle this hole--well, the boys were, I was just soaking up all the scenery.
Above us the skies were rumbling, lightening was appearing, and I was trying to pay attention to the weather but this course--the boys were navigating the hole, discussing things as the skies spit out a streak of lightning that hit a tower in the distance...I threw my club to the ground....good grief. Soon after that P teed off and shot left--we had no idea where that ball ended up but shortly after his tee shot the clubhouse blew the horn for lightning and we had to go inside. We sat, and sat, and sat.....+
The three of us sat there for two hours..this storm was going no where fast--it kind of just hovered over this area for hours. After our patience wore thin and it seemed like the worst was over we decided to go out again...only this time P and I got a cart. Yeah, we caved because my pull cart was injured when T accidently backed up and hit it....no big deal, I think that was a blessing in disguise.
We were able to golf two holes before the sky started to rear its ugly groans and flash its angry daggers...but we continued on. Each of us terrified as we stood at the tee box thinking we were the perfect lightning rod. By hole 5 the rain started or should I say the buckets tipped and we were struggling to get our balls in the hole so we could get in our carts and under the umbrellas to wait out this round....ah, yeah, that lasted all of 2 minutes before we decided to go get a rain check.
That was thee longest ride back to the clubhouse....and it was downpouring....the hills are extremely steep with only wood rails to protect you. As we raced as fast as one can go in a golf cart, we all longingly eyed each passing hole. P and I were saying holy shit look at this one, or omg this looks impossible....rolling hills and trees everywhere....even in the heaviest of rain the sheer beauty of this course is hard to hide.
As we neared the clubhouse I began laughing my ass off...I told P that this day was going to go down in history. P, T, and I will be old and crippled sipping our coffee reminiscing about the good old days and this day will be one of those very memorable ones.....I cannot remember the last time I was out in a rainstorm like that and how much fun it was despite the irritation of not being able to golf.
Yeah, we got rainchecks as we all trailed puddles of water into the clubhouse. It was like we all had gotten in the shower fully clothed..wet rats. We recieved our rainchecks and left there very disappointed and frustrated.
It was decided that we would try to go the following Monday--or yesterday. And we did....
We've been golfing with a long time friend of ours .. not too often for myself but enough. At first I was terribly nervous about it..being a complete amateur and all but by now I've learned that there is nothing to be nervous about. Him and P have made me feel very comfortable with my duffers, my 10-putt holes, my 10 drives that get me only 50-feet....they have both been very patient and full of tips and advice that I completely soak up! And when I hit a good shot? Wow, I feel like I'm on a mini-PGA tour or something--the praise and compliments are many.
So last Monday, the three of us decided we were going to attempt to play this course that looked absolutely breathtaking in the photos. I found it over a month ago purely by accident while searching for a different course. Oh, the write up of it seemed like one of those courses well beyond my meager experience....but I'm of the mind that I could care less--the bigger the challenge the more I'm up to trying it.
So anyway last week...we checked the weather for days ahead of our tee-time and each time it seemed to look better and better. By Monday it looked like we were going to have a great day with some sun and possible chance of t-storms. Yeehaw!
We went and paid and P and I were determined to walk the course despite the fact that the manager nearly demanded that we get a cart. Hardly anyone walks this course....no matter to us, we were going to walk it. We were off....we were gonna show him.
Well, the first hole was no where in sight--all we could see was a practice green and arrows to hole one and hole ten...both directions are pretty steep inclines...ahh, that's nothing. We finally got to the top and were greeted with this massive downhill view of the first hole and a flag on the green that looked like a toy flag kids get with their little garages. Yeah, it was far away and the veiw of where exactly the ball might end up if it was hit straight was missing--on either side was another fairway, sand traps, and tops of trees....omg it was beautiful. Yeah, I was starting to question the ability to walk this course by this time.
I would never have imagined in my wildest dreams a course like this...and this was just the first hole. I actually think we spent some time up there trying to decide how exactly to tackle this hole--well, the boys were, I was just soaking up all the scenery.
Above us the skies were rumbling, lightening was appearing, and I was trying to pay attention to the weather but this course--the boys were navigating the hole, discussing things as the skies spit out a streak of lightning that hit a tower in the distance...I threw my club to the ground....good grief. Soon after that P teed off and shot left--we had no idea where that ball ended up but shortly after his tee shot the clubhouse blew the horn for lightning and we had to go inside. We sat, and sat, and sat.....+
The three of us sat there for two hours..this storm was going no where fast--it kind of just hovered over this area for hours. After our patience wore thin and it seemed like the worst was over we decided to go out again...only this time P and I got a cart. Yeah, we caved because my pull cart was injured when T accidently backed up and hit it....no big deal, I think that was a blessing in disguise.
We were able to golf two holes before the sky started to rear its ugly groans and flash its angry daggers...but we continued on. Each of us terrified as we stood at the tee box thinking we were the perfect lightning rod. By hole 5 the rain started or should I say the buckets tipped and we were struggling to get our balls in the hole so we could get in our carts and under the umbrellas to wait out this round....ah, yeah, that lasted all of 2 minutes before we decided to go get a rain check.
That was thee longest ride back to the clubhouse....and it was downpouring....the hills are extremely steep with only wood rails to protect you. As we raced as fast as one can go in a golf cart, we all longingly eyed each passing hole. P and I were saying holy shit look at this one, or omg this looks impossible....rolling hills and trees everywhere....even in the heaviest of rain the sheer beauty of this course is hard to hide.
As we neared the clubhouse I began laughing my ass off...I told P that this day was going to go down in history. P, T, and I will be old and crippled sipping our coffee reminiscing about the good old days and this day will be one of those very memorable ones.....I cannot remember the last time I was out in a rainstorm like that and how much fun it was despite the irritation of not being able to golf.
Yeah, we got rainchecks as we all trailed puddles of water into the clubhouse. It was like we all had gotten in the shower fully clothed..wet rats. We recieved our rainchecks and left there very disappointed and frustrated.
It was decided that we would try to go the following Monday--or yesterday. And we did....
Sunday, May 08, 2011
Mom's Day 2011
To all the mom's out there who have cried tears of joy, tears of frustration, tears of sadness, tears of fear, or tears of madness....let it be said that no matter what those tears are for, I myself have found every last one of them to be worth it. I had a great Mom's Day today--my wonderful son made pancakes for breakfast, P invited me to go golfing, our two youngest cleaned the crap out of the house while we were gone, and our second oldest and I went out not only for Mom's Day but also it just so happened to be her 20th birthday today. So I treated her to lunch and she treated me to lunch--hehe..it was a good trade. I came home to a new towel for my golf bag and some really funny SpongeBob golf balls that I told P I wanted to get but thought I would get picked on for! LOL I was pretty happy with my gifts today. Our oldest daughter spent the day here on Friday with her little man and hubby sitting outside all day while the kiddies played. She chose to spend this day with her little boy and had one heck of a good time with him.
I just now finished up my homework for last week and have a day to spend with my hubby tomorrow. We were hoping for nicer weather tomorrow but no such luck...so we have to find something else to do other than golf...we think we have an idea of what we'll do...gosh I love having him home on Mondays...ohoh...we just watched the weather forecast and both of us raised our eyebrows for the report for tomorrow..hmmmmmm...could be going golfing maybe??
Oh...before I go, the three bears were back in our yard last evening. It was quite a treat for the kids who got to stand on our big deck and watch them laze around the yard eating the bird food they spilled all over. They broke my big bird feeder that's been here longer than we have and another one...then one climbed a tree and two of them played with our swings for a bit. P and I missed it though but we did get some photos from our daughter. It's pretty cool for the kids to get to see them only 20 yards away but at the same time, walking out that back door and looking 10 yards away only to see big black animals next to you...that's not something we're too comfortable with! So next time, after we watch them for a bit we're going to throw a pack or two of fire crackers in hopes that will scare them..I hate to resort to sending Reggie the Retriever out the door but .... ho hum.
Anyway.... I'm going to relax now that my homework it completed and handed in for the week. I really hope all the mom's out there had a really nice day today...I know I did and am just reminded yet again how very lucky I am to have such a wonderful husband and really great kids who love me to no end! Have a great rest of the night cyber world.....
I just now finished up my homework for last week and have a day to spend with my hubby tomorrow. We were hoping for nicer weather tomorrow but no such luck...so we have to find something else to do other than golf...we think we have an idea of what we'll do...gosh I love having him home on Mondays...ohoh...we just watched the weather forecast and both of us raised our eyebrows for the report for tomorrow..hmmmmmm...could be going golfing maybe??
Oh...before I go, the three bears were back in our yard last evening. It was quite a treat for the kids who got to stand on our big deck and watch them laze around the yard eating the bird food they spilled all over. They broke my big bird feeder that's been here longer than we have and another one...then one climbed a tree and two of them played with our swings for a bit. P and I missed it though but we did get some photos from our daughter. It's pretty cool for the kids to get to see them only 20 yards away but at the same time, walking out that back door and looking 10 yards away only to see big black animals next to you...that's not something we're too comfortable with! So next time, after we watch them for a bit we're going to throw a pack or two of fire crackers in hopes that will scare them..I hate to resort to sending Reggie the Retriever out the door but .... ho hum.
Anyway.... I'm going to relax now that my homework it completed and handed in for the week. I really hope all the mom's out there had a really nice day today...I know I did and am just reminded yet again how very lucky I am to have such a wonderful husband and really great kids who love me to no end! Have a great rest of the night cyber world.....
Friday, March 18, 2011
Life is about choices...I choose to find the finer things
As I sit here listening to P and B discuss football plays and tackles while playing PS2 I sigh a bit and smile.....the sounds of their voices, the dogs lying around, the cats beating each other up, I cannot help but realize how lucky I am and how good of a life we have.
I read a story today about Japan and it literally made me cry. I don't often do that to a friggen' news story but this one in particular just struck a nerve in me. Perhaps it's because I've been studying tsunamis, earthquakes, and volcanoes in my Geology class the last few weeks so I'm paying more attention, perhaps it's because this is such a small island that is packed tightly together with people who are so very proud and strong, or just maybe it's because I'm human. No matter really....
Why did I cry? Because their lives are turned upside down while I sit in the comfort of my home, my family safe, with food in the fridge and clean air to breathe with no threat. Because all around it seems that people wallow in their own little pity parties, seeking sympathy, seeking to hurt others, seeking to bring others down, or seeking to do whatever the hell it is while there is real drama going on in this effed up world.
Life does suck sometimes....I've had my share of shitty moments but each time I pick myself back up and move on....There are people out there who really need some help and support, a roof over their heads...what right do I have to complain because I have homework? What right do I have to whine about anything really? Petty, petty, petty! All of it. It's all dust in the wind....each day I wake to the same homework and the same life...God thank you for that and each breath I breathe!
My tears have turned into anger with the selfishness that we all seem immune to. I'm no better than the next guy and take things for granted quite often. Outside of that 'self-pity bubble' there lies bigger problems, more serious drama as we all sit and ponder what horrible thing sucks in our life today. Bullshit.
People choose their feelings, people choose their state of mind, people choose to blame others or to make others responsible for emotions. What about the raw emotions of those in the midst of this tragic event....most of us, if given a choice, would choose to have the life we have as opposed to be in the middle of hell in Japan right? But is our life really so damn terrible that we have to gripe about it or wallow in our own tears of self pity?
The thing I'm trying to say here is that life sucks...I get that as most others probably do. But kick the damn pebble out of your way and move on and look around at just how much worse it could be. If you have a home you are fortunate, if you have a car you are fortunate, if you have a crappy job, you are fortunate, if you have a husband or wife your lucky to be and to have love, if you have children, you are lucky to experience some really great moments, if you have a single friend cherish them....Most of us are pretty damn lucky I think....lucky to just be.
One saying I have always liked is: "The clock is running. Make the most of today. Time waits for no man. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it is called the present." I don't know who said this but damn...it's the truth!
Sometimes the past is painful...I have one of those that haunts me every so often but I can choose to turn off the switch and enjoy what is right here in front of me....love that is so great that sometimes I cannot even breathe, kids that are so wonderful most days that I could just burst with pride, a roof that isn't exactly wonderful but it's home all the same, a truck with bald tires but it gets me where I need to go...and most importantly a life that I chose--the key word there being 'chose'.
I read a story today about Japan and it literally made me cry. I don't often do that to a friggen' news story but this one in particular just struck a nerve in me. Perhaps it's because I've been studying tsunamis, earthquakes, and volcanoes in my Geology class the last few weeks so I'm paying more attention, perhaps it's because this is such a small island that is packed tightly together with people who are so very proud and strong, or just maybe it's because I'm human. No matter really....
Why did I cry? Because their lives are turned upside down while I sit in the comfort of my home, my family safe, with food in the fridge and clean air to breathe with no threat. Because all around it seems that people wallow in their own little pity parties, seeking sympathy, seeking to hurt others, seeking to bring others down, or seeking to do whatever the hell it is while there is real drama going on in this effed up world.
Life does suck sometimes....I've had my share of shitty moments but each time I pick myself back up and move on....There are people out there who really need some help and support, a roof over their heads...what right do I have to complain because I have homework? What right do I have to whine about anything really? Petty, petty, petty! All of it. It's all dust in the wind....each day I wake to the same homework and the same life...God thank you for that and each breath I breathe!
My tears have turned into anger with the selfishness that we all seem immune to. I'm no better than the next guy and take things for granted quite often. Outside of that 'self-pity bubble' there lies bigger problems, more serious drama as we all sit and ponder what horrible thing sucks in our life today. Bullshit.
People choose their feelings, people choose their state of mind, people choose to blame others or to make others responsible for emotions. What about the raw emotions of those in the midst of this tragic event....most of us, if given a choice, would choose to have the life we have as opposed to be in the middle of hell in Japan right? But is our life really so damn terrible that we have to gripe about it or wallow in our own tears of self pity?
The thing I'm trying to say here is that life sucks...I get that as most others probably do. But kick the damn pebble out of your way and move on and look around at just how much worse it could be. If you have a home you are fortunate, if you have a car you are fortunate, if you have a crappy job, you are fortunate, if you have a husband or wife your lucky to be and to have love, if you have children, you are lucky to experience some really great moments, if you have a single friend cherish them....Most of us are pretty damn lucky I think....lucky to just be.
One saying I have always liked is: "The clock is running. Make the most of today. Time waits for no man. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it is called the present." I don't know who said this but damn...it's the truth!
Sometimes the past is painful...I have one of those that haunts me every so often but I can choose to turn off the switch and enjoy what is right here in front of me....love that is so great that sometimes I cannot even breathe, kids that are so wonderful most days that I could just burst with pride, a roof that isn't exactly wonderful but it's home all the same, a truck with bald tires but it gets me where I need to go...and most importantly a life that I chose--the key word there being 'chose'.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
A new toy for me
I sit here typing with my new computer that I was so lucky to get last weekend! Thanks P for my new toy! Although I think he wanted me to have it more than I did!
Our computer guru Boz advised me on the various things I should look for and slid in that Toshiba is a good brand. P and I were on our own to pick out the best one! After looking online for a couple weeks, I saw a lot of refurbished HP's, and the other brands didn't seem to offer near as much as the one I had my eye on not to mention if they had nearly the options they were quite a bit more spendy. So the one I had my eye on? A Toshiba Satellite L640/L650. Gosh I hope our guru approves!
I have to add this though...this is thee first computer we have ever had to purchase since we first got a computer all those years ago. It started with P's brother giving us his old ones but it's from there that is the thing I need to talk about.
Boz, our computer guru has not only fixed our computers all these years but he's also kept us amply supplied with the most up to date services. He's built most if not all the computers all these years, has fixed them whenever we've had issues--we were reprimanded when we took them to someone else, he's on call 24/7 if we need anything, thrown in extras for us, tweaked this or that and has done so as a really good friend to us. The most we have ever given him is many dinners but it never seems like its enough for everything that guy does for our family! But he insists it is...over the years it's been harder and harder to accept his generosity and damn I so wish we could win the lottery!
Well, this time I thought he was going to get it...I wanted to purchase a computer from him...a homemade, home-tweaked, with a lot of memory, without all the added crap the factories put on these things....and guess what? He took all his parts, old computers, everything to the recycle shop and got rid of it! I was really really sad about that because for once the guy was going to get paid...god only knows he doesn't eat nearly the food it would take to repay him for all his work...one day though
So I was left no other option then to go out and buy one which was fine but it's not Bozified oh, and it didn't come with explicit instructions about the various things I can do....but he's going to tweak it for me!!! He told me so! I just hope he doesn't scold us for this purchase! LOL
So, it's beautiful but very hard to get used to. I have a number pad on the key board, it's shiny, the screen is big but it's horizontally rectangular which is very hard to adapt to...I'm still making adjustments to the settings on it so I don't get headaches, it's got Win7, a real honest to god webcam, all sorts of other perks that I'm terrified to mess around with....oh, it's nice but my WPM have probably decreased quite a bit. The keyboard is the same but quite a bit different than what I'm used to...
Oh but I'm slowly getting the hang of it and love it...and it better last! I'm supposed to graduate in June--getting my Associates--the whole cap and gown ordeal at a pretty big venue in the cities. I begged, nearly cried with desperation, stomped my foot, got angry...but none of it phased Pat or the kids! They demand that I attend the ceremony, walk down that aisle, and accept my degree in person! P's argument is that he has sacrificed his time with me, supported me, the kids have been here and they all want a reward for that! LOL How could I say no to that? They've been so damn wonderful and patient these last few years and have made some great sacrifices....I cannot say no even though I fear I'll pass out from a panic attack or something! He wants to watch his wife; the kids want to watch their mom accept her degree and THEN they want to have a big party! Even my mom is excited to go...I told her about it and she got so excited so we ordered her a ticket too...
After that I am continuing forward towards my Bachelor's degree. But in the mean time I do hope I might be able to find an internship somewhere so I can get some experience...and it will be this computer that I will start that journey with...so
Our computer guru Boz advised me on the various things I should look for and slid in that Toshiba is a good brand. P and I were on our own to pick out the best one! After looking online for a couple weeks, I saw a lot of refurbished HP's, and the other brands didn't seem to offer near as much as the one I had my eye on not to mention if they had nearly the options they were quite a bit more spendy. So the one I had my eye on? A Toshiba Satellite L640/L650. Gosh I hope our guru approves!
I have to add this though...this is thee first computer we have ever had to purchase since we first got a computer all those years ago. It started with P's brother giving us his old ones but it's from there that is the thing I need to talk about.
Boz, our computer guru has not only fixed our computers all these years but he's also kept us amply supplied with the most up to date services. He's built most if not all the computers all these years, has fixed them whenever we've had issues--we were reprimanded when we took them to someone else, he's on call 24/7 if we need anything, thrown in extras for us, tweaked this or that and has done so as a really good friend to us. The most we have ever given him is many dinners but it never seems like its enough for everything that guy does for our family! But he insists it is...over the years it's been harder and harder to accept his generosity and damn I so wish we could win the lottery!
Well, this time I thought he was going to get it...I wanted to purchase a computer from him...a homemade, home-tweaked, with a lot of memory, without all the added crap the factories put on these things....and guess what? He took all his parts, old computers, everything to the recycle shop and got rid of it! I was really really sad about that because for once the guy was going to get paid...god only knows he doesn't eat nearly the food it would take to repay him for all his work...one day though
So I was left no other option then to go out and buy one which was fine but it's not Bozified oh, and it didn't come with explicit instructions about the various things I can do....but he's going to tweak it for me!!! He told me so! I just hope he doesn't scold us for this purchase! LOL
So, it's beautiful but very hard to get used to. I have a number pad on the key board, it's shiny, the screen is big but it's horizontally rectangular which is very hard to adapt to...I'm still making adjustments to the settings on it so I don't get headaches, it's got Win7, a real honest to god webcam, all sorts of other perks that I'm terrified to mess around with....oh, it's nice but my WPM have probably decreased quite a bit. The keyboard is the same but quite a bit different than what I'm used to...
Oh but I'm slowly getting the hang of it and love it...and it better last! I'm supposed to graduate in June--getting my Associates--the whole cap and gown ordeal at a pretty big venue in the cities. I begged, nearly cried with desperation, stomped my foot, got angry...but none of it phased Pat or the kids! They demand that I attend the ceremony, walk down that aisle, and accept my degree in person! P's argument is that he has sacrificed his time with me, supported me, the kids have been here and they all want a reward for that! LOL How could I say no to that? They've been so damn wonderful and patient these last few years and have made some great sacrifices....I cannot say no even though I fear I'll pass out from a panic attack or something! He wants to watch his wife; the kids want to watch their mom accept her degree and THEN they want to have a big party! Even my mom is excited to go...I told her about it and she got so excited so we ordered her a ticket too...
After that I am continuing forward towards my Bachelor's degree. But in the mean time I do hope I might be able to find an internship somewhere so I can get some experience...and it will be this computer that I will start that journey with...so
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