One of Those Days

April 30, 2011 at 10:17 am (Uncategorized)

It’s started out as one of Those days.

I overslept, understandably, as we were out late last night for my Birthday dinner and a concert.

Before my coffee was finished brewing The Boy, who was also up late playing with the babysitter, was up and whiny.

Hubby needed to go get some parts for the car and needed to have me test drive my car he just fixed, so everyone went to the store.

The Boy was good until the new matchbox sized dump truck fell out of everyone’s reach in the car… more whining.

Upon returning home, The Boy decides he MUST be the first one to walk down the sidewalk to the house, not daddy… more whining.

As he is passing daddy, he misjudges the bags daddy is carrying, running right into them and knocking himself down and splitting his lip.

Now there is crying AND whining.  More drama over cars left in the car then cars left in the house and mommy is about to run into the woods screaming.

Right now, daddy is working on the car, The Boy is outside playing and mommy is seriously thinking about taking a much-needed birthday nap…..

Never mind, The Boy just came in crying.


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Susan G. Koman Race for the Cure

April 27, 2011 at 8:32 am (Uncategorized)

The fight against cancer goes on.  In today’s society everyone knows someone who has been touched by breast cancer.  Whether it’s a friend or relative, someone in your circle has battled breast cancer.  I have found a way to fight against cancer- through the Susan G. Komen CNY Race for the Cure®.  I will be dedicating my walk to Allison, who is currently battling breast cancer.
The Komen Race for the Cure is a community event that honors and memorializes breast cancer survivors, co-survivors and those that have lost to the disease.  The Race also plays a vital role inraising funds for research, education, prevention, advocacy and treatment.  Each year over 1.3 million people take part in Race for the Cure events around the world.   My team will be joined by hundreds of others on May 14 at the New York State Fairgrounds.

How can you help?
You can support me by making a tax-deductible contribution to Susan G. Komen for the Cure. If you would like to donate, please visit Kara with Al’s Rack Pack and click on my personal page to make a donation to my efforts.  You may also call me with the amount you will be pledging and can send the donation, payable to the CNY Race for the Cure, to me at the address below.  I must have all donations by (insert donation due date here).

Additionally, you can join me at the event as a walker, runner or volunteer for the event.  There are many ways to join in on the fight to end breast cancer forever.

Thank you for supporting the fight against cancer!

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April 26, 2011 at 8:02 am (Uncategorized)

What am I thankful for?

Programable coffee pots. I love that I can set a timer and have my coffee ready for me when I come downstairs of a morning.

Warmer weather. It’s really nice to be able to shoo The Boy outside when he starts to drive me crazy, get too active for indoor play.

A loving husband.  He doesn’t care if the house is a mess, which it currently is, or if I only have the energy to tackle the laundry today, and even that is questionable. I love that on those days I’ve just had it and don’t want to cook he’s fine with us going to the local cafe for dinner. We love to support them.

Our local cafe Purple Salamander. They serve really good homestyle food, they grind their own meat for hamburger and always have 2 homemade soups on the salad bar. Very reasonable prices and they have opened an arcade upstairs for the local kids to have a safe place to hang out. Love them!

Seems like a short and superficial list but that’s me this week. Last week was a doozie, visit my post Angry, So Angry. I’m just not up to anymore deep thoughts right now.

Join us for Gratituesday at Heavenly Homemakers!

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Songs From the Back Seat

April 25, 2011 at 9:29 am (Uncategorized)

Yesterday we took a family drive. I think these may keep getting fewer and farther between as gas prices rise, but we went yesterday. We picked a direction and drove. Then made a right turn after about an hour and kept driving. Saw some nice farmland. Found a Farmers Museum, kind of a living history kind of thing, that we will be visiting when they are actually open this summer.

At one point, The Boy decided he was hungry (he had refused lunch and it was close to dinner time) so we began looking for someplace to drive through. What we found was a McDonald’s that was under renovation and at first glanced looked closed but was actually open. So we get a hamburger, fries, and chocolate milk for The Boy and begin to find our way home by a different route than we came.

As we were driving along enjoying the quiet, from the back seat, to the tune of “He’s got the whole world in His hands” we hear this…

“He’s got the little bitty french fry in His hands,
He’s got the little bitty french fry in His hands,”

Technically, there’s nothing wrong with His theology. If as the original songs says, He’s got the whole world in His hands, then He’d logically have the french fries in there too.

The Boy is a very musical child. I hear him singing all sorts of songs. Some he makes up himself, some from school and church. I wish I could get some of it recorded to listen to when he’s a surly teenager and I’m missing the sound of his voice, but every time I try, he stops. He is not a performing child, we’ve joked that we are going to get him a t-shirt that says, “I’m not a performing monkey”.

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Happy Easter

April 24, 2011 at 5:34 am (Uncategorized)

He is Risen!


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Picture Perfect Saturday

April 23, 2011 at 7:49 am (Uncategorized)

Good Friends

Best Buds

Fulfilling a calling to teach

A hobby to enjoy

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Five Minute Friday: The Hard Love

April 22, 2011 at 4:34 pm (Uncategorized)

Linked to Five Minute Friday over on:

The Hard Love


My parents are aging.

We are growing apart.

I’m growing up into my own person and they don’t like it.

I’m married now, with a child yet I am torn.  I feel pulled in two directions.

Mom is not well.  Physically or emotionally.

It’s hard to not take what she says personally,  I know if she were in her right mind she wouldn’t say some of the things she has said.  The problem is that it can be hard to tell.  She has very lucid moments when the mother I long to connect with is there again.  And then in an instant, she’s gone and before my brain can acknowledge the transition, something is said that wounds.

Those wounds go deep and they pop up again when I least expect it.

But she’s my mom and I can’t completely disconnect from her.  So I’ve had to institute safe guards.  Emails, texting, skyping with my husband and dad present.

I miss my mom, I miss being able to talk to her.  Yet, even though she doesn’t see it, I still love her deeply.


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Sippy Cups and Dirty Dishes

April 21, 2011 at 7:49 am (Cooking, Housework, Parenting) (, , , , )

I’m going to let you in on a little secret.  I have a sink full of dirty dishes and furthermore, I have no clean sippy cups in the house.  I’m fairly certain that under all the trash, toys, coats, hoodies, and other miscellaneous detritus out in the car there are no less than 5 of them, all dirty and forgotten.  I had to hand wash one for milk this morning.

Another confession, although I am a morning person, I like my mornings to do some reading, thinking, writing and such, not making breakfast, cleaning dishes or any of that other domestic diva stuff.  So, when The Boy gets up with the sun, I give him some carnation instant breakfast (honest I tried the whole make a hot breakfast for him, he’s not a food-in-the-morning kid, neither is his dad) so, instant breakfast it is and I plop him in front of the T.V. with the  Mythbusters/Dora/Diego/Backyardagians of his choice and go and finish what I was working on.

He’s currently in there with his sippy cup of white milk (his choice) and a sippy cup from yesterday (honest) with juice and watching Mythbusters Duct Tape Special.  I for-see and afternoon spent recreating all the duct tape shenanigans with his toys.  See, he’s learning, yeah, that’s it, he’s learning in there, not mindlessly being entertained.  That’s my story and I’m sticking to it… now for another cup of coffee and where did I leave my Bible?

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Moment of Panic

April 20, 2011 at 8:41 am (Uncategorized)

I don’t often get anxiety attacks.  I have only had 2 now that have been made a lasting impression.

Both have revolved around my son.

The first one was the day after he was born.

After all the excitement of the emergency C-section, it was the next day as I stared into that perfect little face and it hit me how close we came to losing him.  He was born blue.  He had managed to get the cord wrapped around his neck and body several times and was unable to drop down for birth.  By the time the Dr figured out what was happening and rushed me into surgery, they didn’t even have time to dose my epidural.  A mask descended over my face, there was a sharp burn as medicine was rushed through my IV and having been the surgical tech in enough emergency C-sections I can assure you that my son was out and over under warming lights before anesthesia had a tube down my throat.  The Boy was blue, I know this because I looked at my records and saw his apgar score of zero for color.

The next day was when it hit me with a full force anxiety attack and I held my perfect baby boy and cried with the fear I hadn’t had time to acknowledge the day before.

The second one was last night.

We came home from pre-school yesterday with a fever of 100.5.  I gave him some Tylenol and Triaminic.   At bath time I gave him his next dose.  As I was rocking him later that evening after books I suddenly couldn’t remember if it had been long enough between doses.  Fear rushed through me as I envisioned him over-dosing and stopping breathing in his sleep.  I began to fervently pray for his safety as I mentally tried to straighten out just what time we had gotten home and how long it had been between med doses.  As I began to calm down I was able to think clearly and know that plenty of time had passed, all was well.  But that fear though receding was still there and I rocked him extra long last night.  I was just enjoying the son that I sometimes forget is a gift from God.

“Cast all your cares on Him, for He cares for you.”  I know God doesn’t want us to live in fear and anxiety, but I think He sometimes uses it to remind us of things we are taking for granted. “Lord, help me to remember that this precious child is not an interruption, but something I begged You for, and a treasure You have entrusted into my care.”

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One Slightly Sick Little Boy

April 19, 2011 at 4:52 pm (Uncategorized)

The Boy has a fever today.  That seems to be his only symptom.  Well, fever and clingy.  So today, I’ve spent a lot of time on the couch with him watching Mythbusters and Mighty Machines.  We really need a more comfortable couch in the T.V. room.  It’s a recliner and there is a bar that goes right across my now very boney butt. OUCH!  I think I’ll go rewarm my coffee (like you haven’t done it) and find a pillow to sit on.

Sure hope The Boy feels better by tomorrow, MOPS is getting together for an impromptu play date at a bouncy house play place in the morning.  He’d hate to miss that.

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