Things that rattle around in my brain

I’m sitting here in the AM waiting for the weekend to begin. I look forward all week to the weekend even tho I no longer work or go to school. Why? Because my husband works and the weekends are our chance to spend some time together. Today we’ll start the weekend off right with a trip to his Mecca, Cabela’s. For those of you who don’t know what that is (and how could you not??) Cabela’s is an out door sporting goods store. It supplies all the local rednecks with guns, ammo, fishing gear, camping supplies and ever so much more in a massive facility that is just beautiful to behold. Probably my second favorite store like that to visit with my favorite still being the Bass Pro Shop in Springfield MO. So Jarell is ectstatic about this trip today. Its about a 45 minute drive up there but its worth it. He gets all giddy and excited the closer we get because his first love is guns. (What you thought it was me? Nah I come in a close second but thats alright) He and J12 are making this trip so that they can outfit a new .22 that is technically J12’s. I said technically but Jarell is very possessive of it which I get a kick out of. He bought a scope for it (not the mouthwash) and a new stock (that wooden handle part) and he’s been drooling over it ever since. Silly man!

After our trip to Mecca (which is in the West instead of the East oddly enough) we have tomorrow filled to the brim. Jarell’s friend will be coming over to hang out and do manly things, then we have a barbecue for one of Jarell’s coworkers (Funny to be saying that- its a family business but there is one employee who is an old family friend so he is a coworker instead of a Sisk) and then tomorrow evening theres another barbecue and hayride at his brother’s house again. Same time same place as last week’s birthday party. And then Sunday? Nothing. Except maybe preparations for Jarell to finally go to Oregon because that trip has been postponed by a couple weeks already.

So I’m excited about our upcoming activities. It beats sitting around here staring at the wall. Yesterday I was desperate enough to clean our hall bathroom. You know the one I swear I won’t clean because I don’t mess it up? Yeah that one. I took bleach to the toilet and tub and sink for that matter and emptied the drawers and medicine cabinet of all the junk left behind by The Princess aka J5 keeping only that which was still useful to the kids. I decided yesterday that I’m going to make that bathroom theirs in reality as it already is in all but name. I will expect them to maintain it, but they will also have all the things there that they need like toothbrushes, their own towels, shampoo, deodorant etc. It seems fair that they have these things here permanently since they are here more often than not.

Speaking of the kids, that post finished yesterday, I was sitting here finishing up a game of Solitaire when J12 came in for a minute. He had made dinner for everyone the night before (in the form of Ramen Noodles, but he’s 15 so its quite an accomplishment) and I had the pan soaking in the sink so I could wash it. My rule is if someone else cooks, they don’t have to clean up afterwards. Seems perfectly fair and I had planned to act on it myself. Well he walks into the kitchen to get a drink real quick, sees the pan in the sink, washes it, and heads back on out to work. And as I sat there observing that my repeated requests to clean up after yourself after you’re done eating had finally sunk in, I realized that the best thing for me to remember with this kids is that I need to be thankful for them instead of irritated with them. I stopped to pray right then for the patience to do that because its a lesson that is very important. I have a new sheet of reminders for them the next time they’re here so that my sanity will remain intact, but I am thankful that they are such wonderful kids and I need to remember to show them that as well.

Sorry this is such a newsy letter from your mother post today, but I’ll have something more interesting to discuss tomorrow I hope.

Take care

Observations made in the ER and an award

Overheard in the ER waiting room- “Come sit down before I beat your butt!” from the mother who refused at any cost to get off her lazy butt to get the kid who was running wild through a room of the sick and injured. And no- she was not the one who was there to be seen.

My IV

My IV

My other IV

My other IV

 

On names and parenting

Open letter to parents everywhere but especially parents who choose…… distinctively different names for their children- If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, be prepared for your average person to assume that its a duck. If you name your kid Javier and that is how it is spelled, be prepared for the poor young VERY NICE triage nurse to assume (sight unseen) that it is pronounced with a hispanic inflection. Havier. In this country today there are many Javiers and we white folks have finally figured out even in the midwest that names spelled like that usually have an ‘H’ sound for the J like ‘Jose’ or ‘jalapeno’. Do not rip the poor girl a new one because she wasn’t there when you (I assume drunkenly but thats just me) name your kid ‘Jay-vier but decide to spell it ‘Javier.’ Mmmkay? Do not proclaim to all and sundry that ANYONE should be able to tell the difference simply because you’re not Mexican.

I am not racist, but there are certain races out there that delight in coming up with some of the weirdest ass names. ‘Apple’ is one for our side and I do have a step cousin named ‘Neilashay’ but ‘Shaniqua’ and ‘Lashonda’ are right up there too.

And while I’m on your case, if you have 1 count em 1 injured child it is not necessary to make a trip to the ER a family outing with 3 moms, and 5 kids under the ages of 5. The sad part? There were 2 groups like this- 3 adults with a bunch of little kids running wild while the parents read or played cards or even chit chatted on the hospital’s phone. The triage nurse finally had to intervene and then the mother’s were all “Oh thanks- they wouldn’t listen to me.” And in the mean time there are sick and injured people sitting there getting more miserable by the minute because you made a stupid decision to apparently hold your kids birthday in the ER. “Oh kiddies it’ll be fun!” NOT!

So I guess if you couldn’t tell, I spent my evening in the ER last night. We got there at 9:45 right after 3 major traumas came in and got out of there at about 3:45 in the AM. That whole appleseed thing got a bit more complicated when I started vomiting (YUM!) and having trouble breathing. Remind me to thank my dad or mom for passing on the worlds tiniest veins to me. When I finally got in to be seen a little after midnight, they managed to get the first IV in my left hand on the first try, but when they had to do some stuff to make my throat glow under a CAT scan, they had to get a bigger vein and that took 3 tries and 3 more IV thingies cuz my veins bent the hell outta the first two. How does that work btw? The really sucky part is that the stuff they gave me to relax my throat muscles let the damn seed go down but we didn’t know that for sure till they did the scan. And apparently I have a diverticulum which makes sense with all the stuff that gets stuck in my throat so all in all that was a fun night for me.

It was nice to get up this afternoon and see that Dana had given my second ass kicking of the year. Wait kick ass blog award. Thats what I meant. Especially after feeling like I’d had mine kicked all over the place last night. I’m terribly lazy today so I’ll work on the passing on later. I’m going back to sleep for now cuz they didn’t give me any good drugs last night so I had to resort to OTC stuff at their direction. Benadryl to sleep and cloraseptic lozenges to numb my throat. LOL!

Oh I wanted to say a quick thank you to John who was my nurse last night. You were the nicest nurse I’ve ever had. Even if you did have to stab me twice. It wasn’t you who couldn’t get the stupid thing in my arm it was the other guy. So thanks so much for being awesome.

Here it is

Part 1
and part 2 done by the awesome Dana
This is my ultimate masterpiece. It may not look like much but that took me a long stinkin time to get just right. Actually I mean to make it look like it was all sitting on a table, but the fabric looking brush wasn’t cooperating.

Its been a combo day for me. Good in the deals department. We happened to stop at a neighbor’s garage sale and I got 12 books, 7 old LP’s, and 3 cute little tins for $2. The bad part was where I accidentally swallowed an apple seed yesterday afternoon and its stuck in my throat just in the wrong spot. It kept me up most of the night and just when I had finally passed out (or so it felt like) my MIL was knocking on our bathroom window because she had asked to be dropped off without our knowledge so she could “borrow” Jarell’s truck. Technically its his dad’s truck, but they have 3 other vehicles that she could have used but wanted this one because it was the most convenient. WTF? So Jarell said he’d take her home and I decided to go along because I knew I wouldn’t get back to sleep. Then I saw the clock. 7:45. Seriously? Cuz thats just not right on any given weekend morning, but especially not on a morning when I haven’t slept. I got some nice pictures of the puppies that are at their house tho and of course there was the garage sale.

So does anyone have suggestions for getting rid of the apple seed? Its not obstructing breathing or anything, its just very uncomfortable. And yes- I do feel like a retard thank you very much. And yes I did google it, but the answers were…. less than helpful because they really weren’t on topic if you know what I mean. Try looking up apple seed stuck in my throat and see what you get. LOL!

Anywho, I’m off to get ready for my nieces’ birthday party. I feel bad for my sister in law- 2 out of her three kids have birthdays this month and they’re only a day apart! Not in age tho thank goodness. Plus its my MIL’s birthday today so its a multi person party. There’s gonna be hayrides and hotdogs so I’m all over that.

September 11 2001

This is what I had to say on that day. I was 15 but even then I knew I would want to remember and be able to convey to my children some day what that felt like what it was to us sitting there in shock.

Today at 7:46 Missouri or Central time, 1 plane crashed into the World Trade Center. Sixteen minutes later, a second plane hit the 2nd of the twin towers. Ten to fifteen minutes later, I sat with my American Government class as we watched the live coverage of what was happening half a country away. As we sat there talking and joking, it was obvious that the severity of what had happened was not quick to sink in. In fact, it wasn’t until we saw first one and then both towers collapse, like a scene from “Independence Day,” that it really hit us. And when we heard about the Pentagon and the fourth plane crashed in Pennsylvania we were a much more sober group.

Through the rest of the day the teachers struggled for control, but every time something that looked new came up on the muted television screens, all attention was drawn to the pictures. The pictures that showed debris, smoke, flames, and worst of all bodies flying through the air. As we watched, we talked about the families of the victims who didn’t know if their loved ones were alive or dead when it looked as though no one could survive. I know I wasn’t the only with tears in my eyes.

When I got home, I continued to watch the coverage. When the President came on, I was heartened. However, what he didn’t say, said more than words could. The pain in his eyes was accompanied by determination. I hope that whether or not you support him any other time, you will stand behind him now, because no matter what, he needs us now. If you’re liberal Democrat, or conservative Republican, Green Peace, or Anarchist, this country needs to provide a united front to the world and our foes.

In closing I choose to quote FDR in saying, “This day will live in infamy.” I know I won’t soon forget it.

And I haven’t. I’d like to send you all over to Dana who has a much better tribute than I ever could for her wonderful husband and other firefighters out there who answered the call and went to ground zero after the attack.