Election Day is 11 Days Away
Undecided voters, people that don't like either candidate, people voting for Bush, whoever. I ask you, for the sake of your future grandchildren, to read this article. Take a moment and think about where things are going in this country. Can we afford another 4 years of this?
Here's just a little piece from Molly Ivins column:
You probably don't remember the time he (Bush) visited the Youth Opportunity Center, a job training site in Portland, Ore. Hailed it as a model, praised the center and its staff. A month later, he cut it out of the budget.
I'm not saying Kerry is perfect. In fact, for some people, this bumper sticker I saw the other day sums it up: "Kerry sucks less then Bush." But if there are so many Republicans out there that are fed up with the direction of our country too and are now voting for Kerry (my father-in-law is one), doesn't that say something?
Until election day, I'm going to keep pounding this point home. So those of you who are sick of all my Kerry pushing & political talk, maybe it's best you don't read my blog until after November 2. Cuz it ain't gonna stop until then.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Thoughts...
Maybe it's because it's fall, or the weather is dreary, but my thoughts keep returning to my Grandma...
At the end of September, it was two years since she had passed away. It still feels like there is something missing. It was such a joy to be able to go to her place as an adult and talk about anything. We'd have snacks (donuts!) and just chat about all kinds of stuff. In the last year of her life it became more about helping her out. Getting groceries, cleaning, those kinds of things. But it's the talking I miss the most. And knowing she was just there.
At her funeral, I read a memorial that I wrote. It was important for me to do that because she had always encouraged my writing. What I wrote for the funeral wasn't much, and I wanted to write it and say much more, but what I came up with is all that I could at the moment. Getting up to read it was much harder then I ever realized. I just wanted to convey to everyone what an amazing lady she was. I wish I could be more like her. And I wanted people to stop and think about their own grandparents, parents, etc that were still around and not waste that precious time with them. I wish even now that I could be closer to my Grandpa and Grandma Webb so that I could help them out with the cleaning, appointments, food. And I wish I could be closer to my parents so that I could help them as well.
I've always been afraid of death. When my step-sister Mary was killed in a car accident when we were just 16 freaked me out. I slept on the floor in my mom's bedroom for 3 months. After that, I avoided funerals and any mention of death just scared me. My dog was getting old, I was afraid to lose her. My grandparents were aging, I didn't want to lose them. I just couldn't deal with any of it. When Grandma died, my dad suggested that I use this experience as a way to overcome this fear.
At first, it wasn't easy. That night, after she died, I woke up screaming from a nightmare. At the funeral home, I was a mess. I had not been back to that funeral home since my grandfather had died some 19 years before. I didn't want to see her lying there. But, with me sobbing, and my mom and Mike on either side of me, I went up there. She really did look nice-more like herself then she had in many months. But, it just didn't seem right. It seemed like she would sit up and start talking to us.
By the end of the evening, things were easing. One thing that always helps is humor. My cousin Cindy's son Ryan (age 8 at the time) asked his mom if he could go up and tell Grandma something. When she gave her consent, he walked over and said in a low, confidential voice, "Grandma, when Derrick (his brother) was little, he called it a Bagina." I laughed so hard. It was the most random thing in the world, but Ryan knew how much Grandma got a hoot out of the things little kids said.
What I didn't imagine was that saying goodbye at the grave site would be the hardest part. I thought if we could all just get through the funeral, things would be better. But it was that final goodbye, in the rain, with the church bells tolling that hurt the most. It was like a movie-a small country church, people gathered under umbrellas, soft crying and talking. I just remember walking up and kissing her coffin, then putting my hand on top of the stone she shared with Grandpa and thinking, goodbye.
One of the moments out of the whole entire process that stands out is the experience between my mom & dad. My grandma loved my dad-no matter what. And dad thought the world of her, as did my step-mom. Grandma didn't judge, she just took things as they were. When Dad arrived at the church and was greeting people (many he hadn't seen in years) he came to my mom. He put out his hand to Mom to shake, and then put his arm around her in a hug. That put things to right in my mind, after all these years. I appreciated the gesture, as did my mom. And I have my grandma to thank for that moment.
And so, as I said at the beginning, I'm not really sure why I felt pressed to write this today, or why I was remembering. But, we all miss Grandma still, and I know we always will.
What gets me through is thinking of the reunions she must have had when she got to where she was going.
Maybe it's because it's fall, or the weather is dreary, but my thoughts keep returning to my Grandma...
At the end of September, it was two years since she had passed away. It still feels like there is something missing. It was such a joy to be able to go to her place as an adult and talk about anything. We'd have snacks (donuts!) and just chat about all kinds of stuff. In the last year of her life it became more about helping her out. Getting groceries, cleaning, those kinds of things. But it's the talking I miss the most. And knowing she was just there.
At her funeral, I read a memorial that I wrote. It was important for me to do that because she had always encouraged my writing. What I wrote for the funeral wasn't much, and I wanted to write it and say much more, but what I came up with is all that I could at the moment. Getting up to read it was much harder then I ever realized. I just wanted to convey to everyone what an amazing lady she was. I wish I could be more like her. And I wanted people to stop and think about their own grandparents, parents, etc that were still around and not waste that precious time with them. I wish even now that I could be closer to my Grandpa and Grandma Webb so that I could help them out with the cleaning, appointments, food. And I wish I could be closer to my parents so that I could help them as well.
I've always been afraid of death. When my step-sister Mary was killed in a car accident when we were just 16 freaked me out. I slept on the floor in my mom's bedroom for 3 months. After that, I avoided funerals and any mention of death just scared me. My dog was getting old, I was afraid to lose her. My grandparents were aging, I didn't want to lose them. I just couldn't deal with any of it. When Grandma died, my dad suggested that I use this experience as a way to overcome this fear.
At first, it wasn't easy. That night, after she died, I woke up screaming from a nightmare. At the funeral home, I was a mess. I had not been back to that funeral home since my grandfather had died some 19 years before. I didn't want to see her lying there. But, with me sobbing, and my mom and Mike on either side of me, I went up there. She really did look nice-more like herself then she had in many months. But, it just didn't seem right. It seemed like she would sit up and start talking to us.
By the end of the evening, things were easing. One thing that always helps is humor. My cousin Cindy's son Ryan (age 8 at the time) asked his mom if he could go up and tell Grandma something. When she gave her consent, he walked over and said in a low, confidential voice, "Grandma, when Derrick (his brother) was little, he called it a Bagina." I laughed so hard. It was the most random thing in the world, but Ryan knew how much Grandma got a hoot out of the things little kids said.
What I didn't imagine was that saying goodbye at the grave site would be the hardest part. I thought if we could all just get through the funeral, things would be better. But it was that final goodbye, in the rain, with the church bells tolling that hurt the most. It was like a movie-a small country church, people gathered under umbrellas, soft crying and talking. I just remember walking up and kissing her coffin, then putting my hand on top of the stone she shared with Grandpa and thinking, goodbye.
One of the moments out of the whole entire process that stands out is the experience between my mom & dad. My grandma loved my dad-no matter what. And dad thought the world of her, as did my step-mom. Grandma didn't judge, she just took things as they were. When Dad arrived at the church and was greeting people (many he hadn't seen in years) he came to my mom. He put out his hand to Mom to shake, and then put his arm around her in a hug. That put things to right in my mind, after all these years. I appreciated the gesture, as did my mom. And I have my grandma to thank for that moment.
And so, as I said at the beginning, I'm not really sure why I felt pressed to write this today, or why I was remembering. But, we all miss Grandma still, and I know we always will.
What gets me through is thinking of the reunions she must have had when she got to where she was going.
Monday, October 11, 2004
Corrections...
In talking with the few people who do read my blog recently, I've found that my original 'tone' did not come across accurately in the political debate I engaged in with my dad. A little information...
a) Yes, my dad did fire me up, but in a good way. I don't get to debate politics very often, and I enjoyed this exchange very much.
b) I was not angry and I am not angry now. I apologize to Charlie, who I inadvertantly put in between the exchange. I meant only to thank and express my gratitude to Charlie for all that he has and continues to teach me about many things. He and Pam have always been my other mom and dad.
c) I've learned (again) that blogging is no place for family discussions about politics, religion, divorce, or any of those those 'off limits' topics that often create angst.
My apologies for those I offended or upset.
On to other things...
Mike won tickets to the Twins playoff game on Saturday. (Caller 13 on 93X) Great game, even though they lost. It's been a long time since I've been that into a good baseball game. A good time was had by all.
Yesterday, we drove up to Ham Lake to visit with Mike's cousins and to see Aunt Shirley who is in town from Florida. Madison was able to enjoy time with a new playmate-Honey the golden lab. Beautiful dog, they are also close in age and had a blast chasing each other. She was tired last night!
I'm in the midst of a Buddy Holly, Johnny Cash, Ritchie Valens music fest. I finished reading the book I just bought: A Man Named Cash. It was okay. It wasn't quite what I was expecting, but still a good read. So, that got me back to listening to my Cash stuff. Then, I started listening to this great CD called "Not Fade Away" by a bunch of artists doing Buddy's tunes. Then, I started thinking of La Bamba, and lo and behold, I caught the tale end of the movie on AMC tonight too. Plus, I've been buying up on E Bay the last few weeks some old black and whites of Holly, Waylon and Ritchie for my 50's style decorations in my bathroom. They look awesome. My goal now is to learn the song "Wishing" on my guitar, which is a tune that Buddy wrote for the Everly Brothers, but they declined. On the tribute CD, the version is so cool. We'll see if I can polish off my guitar skills enough to figure it out.
Now I'm currently reading Bleachers by John Grisham.
In talking with the few people who do read my blog recently, I've found that my original 'tone' did not come across accurately in the political debate I engaged in with my dad. A little information...
a) Yes, my dad did fire me up, but in a good way. I don't get to debate politics very often, and I enjoyed this exchange very much.
b) I was not angry and I am not angry now. I apologize to Charlie, who I inadvertantly put in between the exchange. I meant only to thank and express my gratitude to Charlie for all that he has and continues to teach me about many things. He and Pam have always been my other mom and dad.
c) I've learned (again) that blogging is no place for family discussions about politics, religion, divorce, or any of those those 'off limits' topics that often create angst.
My apologies for those I offended or upset.
On to other things...
Mike won tickets to the Twins playoff game on Saturday. (Caller 13 on 93X) Great game, even though they lost. It's been a long time since I've been that into a good baseball game. A good time was had by all.
Yesterday, we drove up to Ham Lake to visit with Mike's cousins and to see Aunt Shirley who is in town from Florida. Madison was able to enjoy time with a new playmate-Honey the golden lab. Beautiful dog, they are also close in age and had a blast chasing each other. She was tired last night!
I'm in the midst of a Buddy Holly, Johnny Cash, Ritchie Valens music fest. I finished reading the book I just bought: A Man Named Cash. It was okay. It wasn't quite what I was expecting, but still a good read. So, that got me back to listening to my Cash stuff. Then, I started listening to this great CD called "Not Fade Away" by a bunch of artists doing Buddy's tunes. Then, I started thinking of La Bamba, and lo and behold, I caught the tale end of the movie on AMC tonight too. Plus, I've been buying up on E Bay the last few weeks some old black and whites of Holly, Waylon and Ritchie for my 50's style decorations in my bathroom. They look awesome. My goal now is to learn the song "Wishing" on my guitar, which is a tune that Buddy wrote for the Everly Brothers, but they declined. On the tribute CD, the version is so cool. We'll see if I can polish off my guitar skills enough to figure it out.
Now I'm currently reading Bleachers by John Grisham.
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Debating is Healthy.
I've enjoyed the healthy debate between my father & I over the last few days. It's given me time to think about things in general and in politics. I always learn something. It has led to some conclusions in my mind and sorting out other feelings in another part of mind. All those are good things.
I did get to thinking about divorce, and I wanted to post something about that.
Things are tough when parents separate. When you are young, you don't understand the reasons and what is really going on. In the last few years, my mother has answered many of those questions that inevitably start to pop up as you analyze those previous times in your life. There are no easy answers, and she is the first to say that there was no finger pointing, they were both at fault. As I've gotten to know both of my parents in a different way over the years, I've come to see them in a different light. I see their backgrounds, their personalities, and how they did the best they could with the tools they had. No one ever said being a parent was easy-and I'm the first to admit that I was not an easy kid to raise.
I appreciate my father's honesty of the situation and his response. It's no secret that we don't see eye to eye on many things. But, I also know that my dad gave me a love of music and books, writing, and sports, and those are all things that are part of my personality, and I thank him for that. Those were all important tools in growing up as well. I don't know what I gave to him, maybe I wasn't able to give anything, but for as many times as I've been angry with both my parents, I have never wished that they were someone else. I'm glad my parents are who they are and I'm thankful for what they did give me.
Moving along...
Briefly, I couldn't handle watching the VP debate for longer then 15 minutes last night. I watched the Twins game instead.
My car went kapoot yesterday. It's leaking anti-freeze, so we had to leave it at Midas while Mike took his parents van to work (they just got back from Hawaii and were staying at our house overnight) while I took his car. Things got worse from there! The guy from Midas called to say that the battery was dead in the car when they tried to start it. My brakes needed to be done, and I needed an oil change. Thankfully, some of it is under warranty, which knocks the price from $1600 down to around $500. The car has not had any major problems in the 2 1/2 years I've owned it, so I feel lucky.
I came to work at 6:45am this morning, since I had to drop Mike off at work in order to use his car. Mine should be finished shortly and I should have a nice, fixed car. Fingers crossed!
Pat sent pictures of Alissa from Homecoming. She looked amazing! So hard to believe she will be 16 in February. Cute dress, awesome shoes, and a hottie senior boyfriend! Plus, her Gwen Stefani 40's style hair was great. The little girl that said, "I'm hottttt", has grown up!
Tomorrow is our anniversary. Wow. I sure wish I could do our wedding over again. It was such a blast. We aren't sure what we'll be doing to celebrate-probably nothing more then going out to dinner on Friday night or something. We've gone on two weekend trips the first two years of our anniversary, but last year and this year we've had to forsake that due to money. We hope to go back to the Bahamas this Spring.
GO TWINS!
I've enjoyed the healthy debate between my father & I over the last few days. It's given me time to think about things in general and in politics. I always learn something. It has led to some conclusions in my mind and sorting out other feelings in another part of mind. All those are good things.
I did get to thinking about divorce, and I wanted to post something about that.
Things are tough when parents separate. When you are young, you don't understand the reasons and what is really going on. In the last few years, my mother has answered many of those questions that inevitably start to pop up as you analyze those previous times in your life. There are no easy answers, and she is the first to say that there was no finger pointing, they were both at fault. As I've gotten to know both of my parents in a different way over the years, I've come to see them in a different light. I see their backgrounds, their personalities, and how they did the best they could with the tools they had. No one ever said being a parent was easy-and I'm the first to admit that I was not an easy kid to raise.
I appreciate my father's honesty of the situation and his response. It's no secret that we don't see eye to eye on many things. But, I also know that my dad gave me a love of music and books, writing, and sports, and those are all things that are part of my personality, and I thank him for that. Those were all important tools in growing up as well. I don't know what I gave to him, maybe I wasn't able to give anything, but for as many times as I've been angry with both my parents, I have never wished that they were someone else. I'm glad my parents are who they are and I'm thankful for what they did give me.
Moving along...
Briefly, I couldn't handle watching the VP debate for longer then 15 minutes last night. I watched the Twins game instead.
My car went kapoot yesterday. It's leaking anti-freeze, so we had to leave it at Midas while Mike took his parents van to work (they just got back from Hawaii and were staying at our house overnight) while I took his car. Things got worse from there! The guy from Midas called to say that the battery was dead in the car when they tried to start it. My brakes needed to be done, and I needed an oil change. Thankfully, some of it is under warranty, which knocks the price from $1600 down to around $500. The car has not had any major problems in the 2 1/2 years I've owned it, so I feel lucky.
I came to work at 6:45am this morning, since I had to drop Mike off at work in order to use his car. Mine should be finished shortly and I should have a nice, fixed car. Fingers crossed!
Pat sent pictures of Alissa from Homecoming. She looked amazing! So hard to believe she will be 16 in February. Cute dress, awesome shoes, and a hottie senior boyfriend! Plus, her Gwen Stefani 40's style hair was great. The little girl that said, "I'm hottttt", has grown up!
Tomorrow is our anniversary. Wow. I sure wish I could do our wedding over again. It was such a blast. We aren't sure what we'll be doing to celebrate-probably nothing more then going out to dinner on Friday night or something. We've gone on two weekend trips the first two years of our anniversary, but last year and this year we've had to forsake that due to money. We hope to go back to the Bahamas this Spring.
GO TWINS!
Monday, October 04, 2004
We know where I DIDN'T get my political views from...
Thanks Dad, for giving me more fodder for my blog. It's people like you (and I hate to use that phrase, but it's the truth) that people like me are trying to get to understand that voting DOES matter. It DOES affect you. I know, I know, you've said time and again that you are an old, cynical newspaper writer, but you've been this way for as long as I can remember. Case in point:
My interest in politics began young. Thanks to my Uncle Charlie, he gave me an amazing foundation to learn about them and what it means to take an active interest. My parents didn't give a crap (rather Dad didn't) and so when they dumped me off at my aunt and uncle's every Friday night while they went out with their friends, I got a front seat to learning about democracy. Charlie is also black, which gave me another point of view to see the world and politics from. And so, in 1984, Walter Mondale is running against Ronald Reagan. I was so excited as I learned how things worked for an election. On election night, I created my own 'poll' so to speak by giving out ballots to my Mom, Dad, Brother and one for myself. I had everyone vote and put it in my little poll envelope which was taped up on the wall in the living room. If memory serves me, my brother didn't want to participate, Mom voted for Mondale, I voted for Mondale, and Dad wrote on his ballot "don't care". Isn't it nice to see the encouragement from my family?!?
I guess I'm thankful that one of the main male influences in my life was Charlie. And luckily, he was there during the formative years of my youth. Dad wasn't around as much because of his divorce from my mother, so I spent even more time with Pam and Charlie.
To this day, I still learn about politics from Charlie. In fact, when Wellstone died and everything went to crap in Minnesota, I spent three hours at his place learning how to deal with it. We rehashed it out, discussed the outcome, what could/should have been done, everything. In the end, I came away feeling much better and learning again what a great thing we have in this country, even when it doesn't go the way you want it to go.
Dad, you are now 63. You say you are apolitical and this stuff doesn't affect you. What happens when you decide to retire? Will you have a prescription drug plan in place that will not cost you an arm and a leg? Will you have enough money saved, like Grandpa managed to do, to care for you and Debbie? Even then, as we have seen with Grandpa, it still costs a ton of money to pay those bills, even when you are healthy. These are the issues we all have to care about because they will directly affect us in some way. Social Security is there now, but it won't be there forever. Companies like Enron have taken their employees 401k plans and flushed them down the toilet. We have to elect someone who can at least get us on the road to figuring out what can be done.
I know what you'll say-I'm young, I'm still idealistic. Your damn right I am. And I hope I stay that way because at least that still gives me hope for this country. When people stop voting and stop caring, we're screwed. No wonder things are going the way they are right now. And I think that you have it the other way around when you mentioned that Kerry is a 'puppet'. Who the hell do you think is running our country right now? Not Bush. CHENEY. Bush is his puppet.
If you vote for Bush, fine. I'll just be happy you voted at this point. And I'm not one of those lunatics that hate everyone that doesn't vote the way I vote. I respect your opinion. This is just mine.
End of Rant. And Dad, thanks for the writing skills, and I still do love you!
Friday, October 01, 2004
"I thought the President was repetitive and reactive."-Kate O'Beirne, National Review Online’s the Corner
The above quote sums up my feelings on how Bush did in the debate last night. I've been somewhat worried in the last month about Kerry, but last night I felt that he stood tall and presented us with the facts. He looked presidential and he kept his cool. Bush's facial expression during Kerry's speaking time were reminiscent of Al Gore's constant huffing and puffing during the 2000 debates. Did somebody in the Bush camp forget to teach him how to use his 'neutral' face? Kerry seemed to concentrate on taking notes while Bush spoke, and there were just a few times I saw a facial reaction. Even then, it was no where near the frustrated, annoyed and belligerent look that President Bush kept conveying.
While the President is said to be 'folksy' and tries to come across as everyone's friend, I don't see that. I get the folksy, but I've never felt like he was trying to reach out to me. But, he may do better during the Town Hall Meeting debate because it may fit his style a little better. I'm still confident that Kerry can come across that way as well. Even John McCain commented that Kerry 'came out slugging.' Another key quote I liked about Kerry was from Tim Russert: “Tonight he seemed to find his voice for the Democratic view of the world.”
This morning on the Today show as Matt Lauer was interviewing someone from Bush's camp, Matt asked this person about the whole 'flip flop' thing they keep using against Kerry. Lauer said it to this effect: Isn't the ability to be flexible on key issues, make decisions based on information (even if it means changing where you were going) and admit that some of the things you have done were wrong are what people want to see in a President? This dude's response was that President Bush is flexible and that's what he is doing. Ummmm, no. If that were the case, he'd be able to step in front of us and say that he made an error in the invasion of Iraq and that he is doing his best to fix it. The guy DOES NOT like to admit that he is wrong!
The tides are changing...check this out from John Eisenhower:
As son of a Republican President, Dwight D. Eisenhower, it is automatically expected by many that I am a Republican. For 50 years, through the election of 2000, I was. With the current administration’s decision to invade Iraq unilaterally, however, I changed my voter registration to independent, and barring some utterly unforeseen development, I intend to vote for the Democratic Presidential candidate, Sen. John Kerry.
I had to laugh while watching 60 Minutes on Wednesday night as Mike Wallace interviewed one of my favorite NASCAR drivers, Dale Earnhardt, Jr. Turns out, Junior's a Republican. In some ways it surprised me, but in others it didn't because A) His Dad was a Republican B) He's from the Deep South C) He makes a lot of money. Not that any of those reasons automatically point to a Republican, they are just very common qualities found in many of them.
And it's no secret that the candidates are trying to appeal to the coined term 'NASCAR Dad'. Junior was quick to point out that many of his fans (and they showed a bunch of rednecks sitting outside their motorhomes at the track drinking beer, sitting in kiddie pools, and waving their rebel flags) are typically white, southern, and conservative. When Wallace questioned him on the rebel flag bit, and if NASCAR was pretty much all white, Junior said that they go hand in hand. Although Junior considers himself a 'good ole boy', he did say that he didn't agree with the rebel flag and that the sport is predominately white and that it didn't fit with his personality, although all the other stuff did. (In which Wallace replied, "So, if you weren't a driver, you'd be sitting outside your motor home, at the track, drinking beer and raising hell?" The answer? "Yep.")
Anyway, I just thought that was interesting. That's my two cents on the evening.
As for new television programming this Fall, I have only watched Joey. And, I like it. It's dumb and funny and a nice guilty pleasure. The writing isn't as good as Friends, but it still is enjoyable to watch because the character of Joey is likeable. Mike & I have always loved Joey and the dumb things that come out of his mouth. Plus, I really like the guy who plays his nephew. Drea de Matteo that plays his sister is okay, I'm not overly fond of her. I just read the other day that she is dating Shooter Jennings-none other then the son of the late, great Waylon Jennings.
Otherwise, the television doesn't get watched much when Mike isn't around. Some nights when he is at school, I don't even turn it on. I've been re-reading my Little House on the Prairie books for some reason. Return to the days of being a little kid. It's funny how much more I understand of the books now then when I was little. Yesterday I went to Barnes and Noble and purchased Bleachers by John Grisham and A Man Called Cash (brand new) by Steve Turner. The latter I just started today and it's already excellent, but sad.
This weekend: nothing on tap. Mike's with the boys at his NOME weekend, so it's just me and Madison taking it easy.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
To quote James Brown, "I feel good..." Or at least I'm getting there.
Went to the doctor for a follow-up on Friday for some other tests I had done, so they checked me out for my sickness crap too. Not much that could be done. Just that typical upper respiratory stuff. Otherwise, I was given a clean bill of health. My heart is in fantastic shape, my weight is normal for my height (although I disagree because I found out I have gained 12lbs since February). My blood work was good, with the exception of some elctrolite that I have to have re-checked. All in all, the symptoms I was experiencing before getting sick (shortness of breath, bruising, insomnia, sleep disorder, etc) all look like they are side effects of the medication I take for depression. So, to sum things up, it's all in my head.
I'm working on things. I'll get there.
My co-worker Amy had her baby last Thursday morning. Sophie, 7lbs 8oz. I stopped at the hospital on Friday to visit with them and she is absolutely adorable. Amy was in labor for 48 hours, pushed for 1 1/2 hours, and ended up with a c-section. The baby wasn't coming because the umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck FIVE times! Mom and baby are fine, although Amy is obviously recovering, slowly, from her surgery. Poor thing-she looked tough at the hospital.
My cousin Jenni also had a baby girl on Monday! Congrats to Jen and Tim, and the new grandparents, my Uncle Mike & Aunt Sue. Emily Elizabeth, in the same 7lb range as Sophie. New babies everywhere! I can't wait to see Emily. We haven't had a new baby in the Webb family for a very long time!
Her picture reminded me of when Jenni was a baby. I remember when she was born (I was 4) because although I liked her very much, I was also a bit jealous because of the attention Grandma Webb was giving to her! I also remember when my cousin Molly was born because she had to spend some time in the hospital. I have a vague memory of looking at her in the nursery of the hospital window and wondering why we couldn't hold her yet. She had lots of red hair! I wasn't as jealous of Molly, because I was older.
When I got home on Friday and showed Mike the pictures of Sophie, he asked if I was getting baby fever again. (I had it bad last October after Sam was born). He's always checking to see if I have it!
Mike & I went over to Cretin Durham Hall H.S. in St. Paul last night to watch Tyler play football for Century. They lost, but it was really fun to see him play at the JV level. They had him at running back, and I can't remember what he played on defense. He scored a touchdown as well! I'm glad we at least got to see one game this season. Sometimes it's hard to believe that is my little buddy that I used to carry around and take care of when he was little!
Fall is here...temp was 41 degrees this morning. It was awesome to wake up to. I love Fall weather. And, yesterday was Paige's 9th birthday. Happy Birthday kiddo!
Mike & I have now known each other 8 years as of yesterday. We'll celebrate anniversary #4 next week. Things have been tough lately as we deal with adjusting our schedules to his with school, taking care of his parents, worrying about grandparents, trying to remain social and have fun, on top of every day responsibilities and running a house. I realize daily that marriage is about communication, compromise, love and understanding. And, it's only your spouse that can laugh at your dumb jokes, love you even when you look like hell and are coughing your brains out, share in the responsibilty of a pet, understand when you lose a family member, feel your pain at losing touch with friends, it goes on and on.
There was much discussion when we started living together because of friends and family that didn't necessarily agree with that idea. For me, and I think for both of us, it came down to helping us be sure that this was what we wanted. Many people say that when you get married after living together, the divorce rate is higher because there is no difference in the feeling of being married and living together. Experts say that couples still have a tendency to think they can walk away from it all with no strings. I can honestly say that was not the case with us. The day we walked back into our apartment after getting married FELT different. I knew that there was no walking out that door without looking back.
After watching my parents go through a divorce, this was my way of ensuring that this marriage was going to last. No one has a crystal ball and no one can predict the future. But for me, this was my peace of mind. I'm not saying we didn't have the usual ups and downs of the first year of marriage. It was just that we knew how to deal with them. I love being married, and we really do have a great relationship, but we've also worked hard at achieving that. And it helps that we are also friends and like many of the same things. One thing that always stumps us though is our personalities. We are opposites here, but since we like many of the same things (i.e. hockey was the first thing we talked about) that is our common ground. But, we also are alike too in that our values are similar. We both think the world of our grandparents and spent a lot of time with them, our families are important, we believe in respect of one another, our ideas about raising kids are similar, we pretty much agree at what direction we want this country to go in, and we are both liberal. (me WAY more then him!) I guess it all comes down to a perfect mix of things that just work.
Mom & Barry leave for Pat's tomorrow-have a safe trip! Pat, hope you've recovered from Dave's visit as well. I received a crazy phone call from them on Saturday night from the baseball game they were attending, during the 7th Inning stretch of "Take Me Out To The Ballgame." It sounded like a lot of fun!
Happy October!
Went to the doctor for a follow-up on Friday for some other tests I had done, so they checked me out for my sickness crap too. Not much that could be done. Just that typical upper respiratory stuff. Otherwise, I was given a clean bill of health. My heart is in fantastic shape, my weight is normal for my height (although I disagree because I found out I have gained 12lbs since February). My blood work was good, with the exception of some elctrolite that I have to have re-checked. All in all, the symptoms I was experiencing before getting sick (shortness of breath, bruising, insomnia, sleep disorder, etc) all look like they are side effects of the medication I take for depression. So, to sum things up, it's all in my head.
I'm working on things. I'll get there.
My co-worker Amy had her baby last Thursday morning. Sophie, 7lbs 8oz. I stopped at the hospital on Friday to visit with them and she is absolutely adorable. Amy was in labor for 48 hours, pushed for 1 1/2 hours, and ended up with a c-section. The baby wasn't coming because the umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck FIVE times! Mom and baby are fine, although Amy is obviously recovering, slowly, from her surgery. Poor thing-she looked tough at the hospital.
My cousin Jenni also had a baby girl on Monday! Congrats to Jen and Tim, and the new grandparents, my Uncle Mike & Aunt Sue. Emily Elizabeth, in the same 7lb range as Sophie. New babies everywhere! I can't wait to see Emily. We haven't had a new baby in the Webb family for a very long time!
Her picture reminded me of when Jenni was a baby. I remember when she was born (I was 4) because although I liked her very much, I was also a bit jealous because of the attention Grandma Webb was giving to her! I also remember when my cousin Molly was born because she had to spend some time in the hospital. I have a vague memory of looking at her in the nursery of the hospital window and wondering why we couldn't hold her yet. She had lots of red hair! I wasn't as jealous of Molly, because I was older.
When I got home on Friday and showed Mike the pictures of Sophie, he asked if I was getting baby fever again. (I had it bad last October after Sam was born). He's always checking to see if I have it!
Mike & I went over to Cretin Durham Hall H.S. in St. Paul last night to watch Tyler play football for Century. They lost, but it was really fun to see him play at the JV level. They had him at running back, and I can't remember what he played on defense. He scored a touchdown as well! I'm glad we at least got to see one game this season. Sometimes it's hard to believe that is my little buddy that I used to carry around and take care of when he was little!
Fall is here...temp was 41 degrees this morning. It was awesome to wake up to. I love Fall weather. And, yesterday was Paige's 9th birthday. Happy Birthday kiddo!
Mike & I have now known each other 8 years as of yesterday. We'll celebrate anniversary #4 next week. Things have been tough lately as we deal with adjusting our schedules to his with school, taking care of his parents, worrying about grandparents, trying to remain social and have fun, on top of every day responsibilities and running a house. I realize daily that marriage is about communication, compromise, love and understanding. And, it's only your spouse that can laugh at your dumb jokes, love you even when you look like hell and are coughing your brains out, share in the responsibilty of a pet, understand when you lose a family member, feel your pain at losing touch with friends, it goes on and on.
There was much discussion when we started living together because of friends and family that didn't necessarily agree with that idea. For me, and I think for both of us, it came down to helping us be sure that this was what we wanted. Many people say that when you get married after living together, the divorce rate is higher because there is no difference in the feeling of being married and living together. Experts say that couples still have a tendency to think they can walk away from it all with no strings. I can honestly say that was not the case with us. The day we walked back into our apartment after getting married FELT different. I knew that there was no walking out that door without looking back.
After watching my parents go through a divorce, this was my way of ensuring that this marriage was going to last. No one has a crystal ball and no one can predict the future. But for me, this was my peace of mind. I'm not saying we didn't have the usual ups and downs of the first year of marriage. It was just that we knew how to deal with them. I love being married, and we really do have a great relationship, but we've also worked hard at achieving that. And it helps that we are also friends and like many of the same things. One thing that always stumps us though is our personalities. We are opposites here, but since we like many of the same things (i.e. hockey was the first thing we talked about) that is our common ground. But, we also are alike too in that our values are similar. We both think the world of our grandparents and spent a lot of time with them, our families are important, we believe in respect of one another, our ideas about raising kids are similar, we pretty much agree at what direction we want this country to go in, and we are both liberal. (me WAY more then him!) I guess it all comes down to a perfect mix of things that just work.
Mom & Barry leave for Pat's tomorrow-have a safe trip! Pat, hope you've recovered from Dave's visit as well. I received a crazy phone call from them on Saturday night from the baseball game they were attending, during the 7th Inning stretch of "Take Me Out To The Ballgame." It sounded like a lot of fun!
Happy October!
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
I'm still sick...
That's the long and short of it. Not much to post. My life has been nothing but staring at the ceiling, trying to sleep, or watching tv. I wish I could read, but I just can't focus!
I'm back at work today, trying to do something. I was here Monday and gone yesterday. No energy, coughing insanely. I sound like Kermit the Frog. Everyone keeps saying stuff like, "Wow, you sound terrible." "Why are you here?" "Don't breathe on me." "What's wrong with you?" I feel like the plague.
Yesterday I watched part of Days of Our Lives for the first time in a many months. It was retarded beyond my wildest dreams. I watched A Baby Story (which is always interesting when your friends are having kids all over the place), then I fell asleep and dreamed some really strange things. Then I woke and watched Little House (the one where Mary goes blind) and then Coal Miners Daughter was on, which is always a good watch. Watched some Seinfeld (the one where this girl thinks George and Jerry are gay, and the one where Kramer finds the Merv Griffin set), Father of the Pride (kind of cute), Scrubs, and then I actually watched an episode of Law and Order. Which Law and Order, I don't know. It's the one with Mariska Hagartay (is that the SVU?). It was a good episode, considering I'm not a fan of these types of shows. But, when I do watch one, I get sucked in.
Then, I let Madison outside when I was talking to my mom on the phone. She likes to lay out there, so I just let her be. When I got out there about 15 minutes later to check on her, she had dug up the entire tree of wood chips, the chicken wire, everything. THEN, she comes running in and tracks mud on the carpet. At that, Mike grabbed her and up to the kennel she went. He went outside to pick up the mess, I stayed in and cleaned up the carpet. When I let her out a short while later, she knew she was in deep shit. The joys of puppyhood.
Mike's busy with school and lots of homework. He's doing good, but definitely has gone into things full swing now. :)
That's the long and short of it. Not much to post. My life has been nothing but staring at the ceiling, trying to sleep, or watching tv. I wish I could read, but I just can't focus!
I'm back at work today, trying to do something. I was here Monday and gone yesterday. No energy, coughing insanely. I sound like Kermit the Frog. Everyone keeps saying stuff like, "Wow, you sound terrible." "Why are you here?" "Don't breathe on me." "What's wrong with you?" I feel like the plague.
Yesterday I watched part of Days of Our Lives for the first time in a many months. It was retarded beyond my wildest dreams. I watched A Baby Story (which is always interesting when your friends are having kids all over the place), then I fell asleep and dreamed some really strange things. Then I woke and watched Little House (the one where Mary goes blind) and then Coal Miners Daughter was on, which is always a good watch. Watched some Seinfeld (the one where this girl thinks George and Jerry are gay, and the one where Kramer finds the Merv Griffin set), Father of the Pride (kind of cute), Scrubs, and then I actually watched an episode of Law and Order. Which Law and Order, I don't know. It's the one with Mariska Hagartay (is that the SVU?). It was a good episode, considering I'm not a fan of these types of shows. But, when I do watch one, I get sucked in.
Then, I let Madison outside when I was talking to my mom on the phone. She likes to lay out there, so I just let her be. When I got out there about 15 minutes later to check on her, she had dug up the entire tree of wood chips, the chicken wire, everything. THEN, she comes running in and tracks mud on the carpet. At that, Mike grabbed her and up to the kennel she went. He went outside to pick up the mess, I stayed in and cleaned up the carpet. When I let her out a short while later, she knew she was in deep shit. The joys of puppyhood.
Mike's busy with school and lots of homework. He's doing good, but definitely has gone into things full swing now. :)
Sunday, September 19, 2004
"You're not dying...you just can't think of anything better to do."
That's a direct quote from Ferris Bueller and describes how I'm currently feeling. I haven't been this sick in a looooong time. Yikes.
Short post-limited energy.
I've watched 13 going on 30 and Mona Lisa Smiles, as well as a dozen episodes of Roseanne and Full House at 4am on Nick at Nite this weekend. I coughed so bad that I think I gave myself a hernia. Mike has slept downstairs and the dog has slept with me.
Anyway, I hope the rest of you have been able to enjoy this beautiful weekend of high temperatures and blue skies. It looks awesome! Get out there and do something because it won't be long before it's gone.
That's a direct quote from Ferris Bueller and describes how I'm currently feeling. I haven't been this sick in a looooong time. Yikes.
Short post-limited energy.
I've watched 13 going on 30 and Mona Lisa Smiles, as well as a dozen episodes of Roseanne and Full House at 4am on Nick at Nite this weekend. I coughed so bad that I think I gave myself a hernia. Mike has slept downstairs and the dog has slept with me.
Anyway, I hope the rest of you have been able to enjoy this beautiful weekend of high temperatures and blue skies. It looks awesome! Get out there and do something because it won't be long before it's gone.
Thursday, September 09, 2004
Looooong Night
Last night was one of those nights you just want to end. I got home late because of a project at work. I was rushing to let Madison out, since Mike was at school. When I walked up the stairs, I smelled poop. She had diarrhea ALL OVER her kennel. So, I spent the first 45 minutes of my time at home cleaning that up.
Next, I head into the kitchen. We are infested with these tiny, little flea like bugs. I noticed them on Monday and thought nothing of it. Each day it has gotten worse, especially after I use the bug spray RAID. So, I sprayed down everything, took Madison to the store with me and bought more cleaning supplies. Then, I proceeded to spend the next 2 1/2 hours on my hands and knees cleaning all the floors in the house. (they are in both bathrooms too). When I returned an hour later to check, more bugs were back. We've checked everything and can't find where they are coming from. I hate bugs, especially in the kitchen where you are preparing food. I'm more concerned about using the RAID in there. And trying to keep Madison from licking it.
To finish off the evening, my Mom called. TJ has now joined my other 2 doggies in what I hope is a dog heaven like no other. The time finally came where they had to put him to sleep. I last saw him on Sunday, and he was in tough shape. I don't think he even knew me anymore. Monday night he had a bad seizure, the worst yet. And so, the time was set. I hope TJ is running like crazy chasing chipmunks and cats, his two passions. We'll miss him so much. He was by far the most interesting and personable dog we've ever had. If anyone gets a chance, drop an email to Mom and Barry. They are missing him lots.
And so, Madison heads off to stay with Mom & Barry this weekend while we go to Duluth for a wedding. Hopefully she is a help, not a poop head. :) We are looking forward to a nice weekend with our friends.
Last night was one of those nights you just want to end. I got home late because of a project at work. I was rushing to let Madison out, since Mike was at school. When I walked up the stairs, I smelled poop. She had diarrhea ALL OVER her kennel. So, I spent the first 45 minutes of my time at home cleaning that up.
Next, I head into the kitchen. We are infested with these tiny, little flea like bugs. I noticed them on Monday and thought nothing of it. Each day it has gotten worse, especially after I use the bug spray RAID. So, I sprayed down everything, took Madison to the store with me and bought more cleaning supplies. Then, I proceeded to spend the next 2 1/2 hours on my hands and knees cleaning all the floors in the house. (they are in both bathrooms too). When I returned an hour later to check, more bugs were back. We've checked everything and can't find where they are coming from. I hate bugs, especially in the kitchen where you are preparing food. I'm more concerned about using the RAID in there. And trying to keep Madison from licking it.
To finish off the evening, my Mom called. TJ has now joined my other 2 doggies in what I hope is a dog heaven like no other. The time finally came where they had to put him to sleep. I last saw him on Sunday, and he was in tough shape. I don't think he even knew me anymore. Monday night he had a bad seizure, the worst yet. And so, the time was set. I hope TJ is running like crazy chasing chipmunks and cats, his two passions. We'll miss him so much. He was by far the most interesting and personable dog we've ever had. If anyone gets a chance, drop an email to Mom and Barry. They are missing him lots.
And so, Madison heads off to stay with Mom & Barry this weekend while we go to Duluth for a wedding. Hopefully she is a help, not a poop head. :) We are looking forward to a nice weekend with our friends.
Thursday, September 02, 2004
Sam Walton should have named his club "Crap Club"
I just got back from a monthly trip to Sam's Club for work. I cannot stand this place. After arguing with customer service for quite some time about a bill (which the corporate office couldn't help me with, so I had to go to the store of purchase) I finally lost my cool. Surprisingly, it worked, and I was able to get them to see where they made their mistakes. I got my money back and an apology.
I used to think the whole Sam Walton idea was genius. Now, since he died and Wal-Mart has taken over the world, I think otherwise. To me, it now represents everything that is wrong with America. They'll probably endorse Bush at the rate things are going.
I started to watch the Republican National Convention last night, but I couldn't get past keynote speaker Senator Zell Miller. He drove me up the f---ing wall. My favorite phrase ole' Zell used about Bush and his Christian ways was this one: "He's the same person Saturday night, as he is Sunday morning." Well, let's think about that. It wasn't too many years ago that Georgie Porgie was yacking his guts out on Sunday morning with a hang over and church wasn't even a glint in his eye. And, the Bush Twins were just a little too cute for my taste. Jenna looks just like her Dad-retarded.
Molly's recent posting of the link to Michael Moore's letter to the prez was great. It was sarcasm at it's finest.
Off to dog obedience class tonight! Mike's at the hockey World Cup, so it's just me & Madison. Help!
Hope you all have a great Labor Day weekend. Enjoy the extra day off if you have it.
I just got back from a monthly trip to Sam's Club for work. I cannot stand this place. After arguing with customer service for quite some time about a bill (which the corporate office couldn't help me with, so I had to go to the store of purchase) I finally lost my cool. Surprisingly, it worked, and I was able to get them to see where they made their mistakes. I got my money back and an apology.
I used to think the whole Sam Walton idea was genius. Now, since he died and Wal-Mart has taken over the world, I think otherwise. To me, it now represents everything that is wrong with America. They'll probably endorse Bush at the rate things are going.
I started to watch the Republican National Convention last night, but I couldn't get past keynote speaker Senator Zell Miller. He drove me up the f---ing wall. My favorite phrase ole' Zell used about Bush and his Christian ways was this one: "He's the same person Saturday night, as he is Sunday morning." Well, let's think about that. It wasn't too many years ago that Georgie Porgie was yacking his guts out on Sunday morning with a hang over and church wasn't even a glint in his eye. And, the Bush Twins were just a little too cute for my taste. Jenna looks just like her Dad-retarded.
Molly's recent posting of the link to Michael Moore's letter to the prez was great. It was sarcasm at it's finest.
Off to dog obedience class tonight! Mike's at the hockey World Cup, so it's just me & Madison. Help!
Hope you all have a great Labor Day weekend. Enjoy the extra day off if you have it.
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Shut up, Taybe.
I was just thinking about how Alissa and I kept at each other with some family funny phrases when they were visiting in July. Somehow we started talking about when the kids were little and how they can never sit still when you go to an event. Pat mentioned that he had just found one of my old choir concerts from hs on tape and you can hear Alissa (age 4 at the time) saying such things as: "Don't. Stop. I'm hottttt." It was hilarious.
So, whenever she picked on me, or complained, we'd all start saying, "Don't, stop, I'm hot." After awhile, she managed to think up one of her own for me: "Shut up, Taybe."
Taybe was my imaginary friend at around ages 4-5. I don't know how to spell the name, because it's obviously made-up! Anyway, Pat loves to tell everyone how I was a nut case and that I used to freak them out with this 'friend' of mine. Alissa used it to her advantage. :)
To be honest, I knew Taybe wasn't real. I knew she was a figment of imagination. I couldn't have even told you what she looked like. She was just someone to talk to. I only had 2 other kids in the neighborhood to play with, and they were boys. When I got tired of playing cars, digging in the dirt, etc, and I wanted to do girl stuff, I played with Taybe.
She had a dog named Buffy. (That's because I wanted a dog myself.) She lived in two places: at the fire hydrant at the end of the block, and across the street from Mike & Sue, my aunt and uncle. (don't ask me why she lived in two places, I really don't know.) My mom said that I made her out to be very real. I would talk to her in the car and tell stories. Once, when mom drove around a corner too fast, I said, "Mom, watch out, you knocked over Taybe." It was just enough to freak Mom out. I don't remember much more then that about Taybe, but she went away when I started kindergarden.
In my defense, it's been noted by child psychologists that when children have imaginary friends, this indicates a creative and verbal personality. So, when Pat tells me I was a nut job, that's what I say. HE never had any imaginary friends. Mom & Dad just liked the fact that he was quiet and knew how to play by himself. Yes, I was (and am) the resident freak of our family!
I was just thinking about how Alissa and I kept at each other with some family funny phrases when they were visiting in July. Somehow we started talking about when the kids were little and how they can never sit still when you go to an event. Pat mentioned that he had just found one of my old choir concerts from hs on tape and you can hear Alissa (age 4 at the time) saying such things as: "Don't. Stop. I'm hottttt." It was hilarious.
So, whenever she picked on me, or complained, we'd all start saying, "Don't, stop, I'm hot." After awhile, she managed to think up one of her own for me: "Shut up, Taybe."
Taybe was my imaginary friend at around ages 4-5. I don't know how to spell the name, because it's obviously made-up! Anyway, Pat loves to tell everyone how I was a nut case and that I used to freak them out with this 'friend' of mine. Alissa used it to her advantage. :)
To be honest, I knew Taybe wasn't real. I knew she was a figment of imagination. I couldn't have even told you what she looked like. She was just someone to talk to. I only had 2 other kids in the neighborhood to play with, and they were boys. When I got tired of playing cars, digging in the dirt, etc, and I wanted to do girl stuff, I played with Taybe.
She had a dog named Buffy. (That's because I wanted a dog myself.) She lived in two places: at the fire hydrant at the end of the block, and across the street from Mike & Sue, my aunt and uncle. (don't ask me why she lived in two places, I really don't know.) My mom said that I made her out to be very real. I would talk to her in the car and tell stories. Once, when mom drove around a corner too fast, I said, "Mom, watch out, you knocked over Taybe." It was just enough to freak Mom out. I don't remember much more then that about Taybe, but she went away when I started kindergarden.
In my defense, it's been noted by child psychologists that when children have imaginary friends, this indicates a creative and verbal personality. So, when Pat tells me I was a nut job, that's what I say. HE never had any imaginary friends. Mom & Dad just liked the fact that he was quiet and knew how to play by himself. Yes, I was (and am) the resident freak of our family!
Monday, August 23, 2004
It's 3:23 pm.
I am taking a break at my desk because I am out of breath from doing manual labor around the office. Pushing a file cabinet down the hall by yourself isn't easy. Then, I had to start putting together a table for someone, and as I dragged the box into my office I realized that it was damn heavy. I think it's funny that then my boss or someone will come in my office and ask if I'm using my time in the most 'constuctive' way. My answer in the past has been: "Well, if you can tell me who is going to put this item of furniture together, then I wouldn't have to use my time to do it." I'm such a bitch sometimes. It's liberating!
I also went over to the Mall of America today (5 minutes from office) to have some lunch and walk around since I never made it out of the office last week. Our big boss asked if I could pick up some treats for the staff because they would be in a major meeting all afternoon. Well, I wasted 45 minutes of my own time trying to find something. No one at the mall could accomodate a dessert of some kind for 15 people. It just annoyed the crap out of me for some reason. It was also one of those days where you'd really like to buy stuff because you are actually finding things that you like for a change. But, I feel guilty everytime I spend money, so I only bought some soap for the bathroom at Bath & Body. My problem is shoes; and DSW Warehouse had 2 pairs, scratch that, 3 pairs I would have really liked. Oh well.
This leads to the next observation. Mike & I went to my co-workers home last night for dinner with her and her new husband. (They are the ones having the baby I mentioned previously). We had not been to their new townhome yet and we really wanted to see it as they had purchased their's not long after we did. Great place- super cute. It was a model home so it had all those extras that can really make a place. Such things as light switches and fixtures, hardwood floors, just those little things that we do not have. Or rather, do not have quality looking stuff. We liked their kitchen, bedroom and bath a lot. If we mixed those with our living room, dining room, loft and basement, it'd be perfect! Amy had decorated the place so well. We started asking ourselves this: are we too frugal? They have less money then we do, are much younger, and have a baby coming. But, they had all new furniture because they had nothing when they moved in. We're talking bedset, dining room set, living room set, the works. Then, you of course need comforters, rugs, etc. I know she spent some cash. We look at our place and it's hand me down city. Not that we aren't comfortable with it, but it starts to get old after awhile. We've been really lucky. That's when we questioned whether we are too cheap to go just that little extra mile to furnish things well. Or, I questioned, do we spend on other things that maybe they didn't? Such as: DVD's, going out to eat, clothes, whatever we all spend our money on. I have no clue what the answer is.
Okay, so that was Monday....
and I never finished my blog...it's now Thursday. I was out of commission on Tuesday and slept all day at home. Long story short-I take some anti-depressants, missed a dose (which I never do) and it knocked me on my butt. Today is the first day that is better. Anyway, Madison was at the vet for her spaying yesterday. I get a call at work around 10am from the vet asking if they could do x rays of her hips. Diagnosis? Hip displasia. I was a puddle. She is okay fo now-and the vet thinks it won't be an issue until she gets old and arthritic. They want to monitor it and have her come in again for x rays in 3 months. Because she still has a lot of growing to do, it may go either way. There is corrective surgery if it becomes bad, but it costs $3,000.
Otherwise, her surgery went well. She was the hit of the office with her personality. When I came to get her and said, "Hi Baby Girl" as she came out from the back, the look on her face was pure joy. Can you tell she is my baby? Mike's nickname for her is 'puppy' or 'baby puppy' and mine is usually 'goober' or 'baby girl'. We are sad, aren't we?!? Last night was quiet all around with us all being tired, and me not feeling good. Maddie slept most of the evening and through the night, but by this morning she was back to herself. She was playing a bit and attempted to do the play bite, which indicates she is up to her old tricks again. :) It's amazing how fast we've become attached to her in such a short period of time. With all that has gone on with TJ recently, I guess I just freaked out about the hip stuff thinking I didn't want to experience more pain as a dog owner. The vet is awesome-so great- and her exact words were: "I think Madison is going to be around for a long time."
I am taking a break at my desk because I am out of breath from doing manual labor around the office. Pushing a file cabinet down the hall by yourself isn't easy. Then, I had to start putting together a table for someone, and as I dragged the box into my office I realized that it was damn heavy. I think it's funny that then my boss or someone will come in my office and ask if I'm using my time in the most 'constuctive' way. My answer in the past has been: "Well, if you can tell me who is going to put this item of furniture together, then I wouldn't have to use my time to do it." I'm such a bitch sometimes. It's liberating!
I also went over to the Mall of America today (5 minutes from office) to have some lunch and walk around since I never made it out of the office last week. Our big boss asked if I could pick up some treats for the staff because they would be in a major meeting all afternoon. Well, I wasted 45 minutes of my own time trying to find something. No one at the mall could accomodate a dessert of some kind for 15 people. It just annoyed the crap out of me for some reason. It was also one of those days where you'd really like to buy stuff because you are actually finding things that you like for a change. But, I feel guilty everytime I spend money, so I only bought some soap for the bathroom at Bath & Body. My problem is shoes; and DSW Warehouse had 2 pairs, scratch that, 3 pairs I would have really liked. Oh well.
This leads to the next observation. Mike & I went to my co-workers home last night for dinner with her and her new husband. (They are the ones having the baby I mentioned previously). We had not been to their new townhome yet and we really wanted to see it as they had purchased their's not long after we did. Great place- super cute. It was a model home so it had all those extras that can really make a place. Such things as light switches and fixtures, hardwood floors, just those little things that we do not have. Or rather, do not have quality looking stuff. We liked their kitchen, bedroom and bath a lot. If we mixed those with our living room, dining room, loft and basement, it'd be perfect! Amy had decorated the place so well. We started asking ourselves this: are we too frugal? They have less money then we do, are much younger, and have a baby coming. But, they had all new furniture because they had nothing when they moved in. We're talking bedset, dining room set, living room set, the works. Then, you of course need comforters, rugs, etc. I know she spent some cash. We look at our place and it's hand me down city. Not that we aren't comfortable with it, but it starts to get old after awhile. We've been really lucky. That's when we questioned whether we are too cheap to go just that little extra mile to furnish things well. Or, I questioned, do we spend on other things that maybe they didn't? Such as: DVD's, going out to eat, clothes, whatever we all spend our money on. I have no clue what the answer is.
Okay, so that was Monday....
and I never finished my blog...it's now Thursday. I was out of commission on Tuesday and slept all day at home. Long story short-I take some anti-depressants, missed a dose (which I never do) and it knocked me on my butt. Today is the first day that is better. Anyway, Madison was at the vet for her spaying yesterday. I get a call at work around 10am from the vet asking if they could do x rays of her hips. Diagnosis? Hip displasia. I was a puddle. She is okay fo now-and the vet thinks it won't be an issue until she gets old and arthritic. They want to monitor it and have her come in again for x rays in 3 months. Because she still has a lot of growing to do, it may go either way. There is corrective surgery if it becomes bad, but it costs $3,000.
Otherwise, her surgery went well. She was the hit of the office with her personality. When I came to get her and said, "Hi Baby Girl" as she came out from the back, the look on her face was pure joy. Can you tell she is my baby? Mike's nickname for her is 'puppy' or 'baby puppy' and mine is usually 'goober' or 'baby girl'. We are sad, aren't we?!? Last night was quiet all around with us all being tired, and me not feeling good. Maddie slept most of the evening and through the night, but by this morning she was back to herself. She was playing a bit and attempted to do the play bite, which indicates she is up to her old tricks again. :) It's amazing how fast we've become attached to her in such a short period of time. With all that has gone on with TJ recently, I guess I just freaked out about the hip stuff thinking I didn't want to experience more pain as a dog owner. The vet is awesome-so great- and her exact words were: "I think Madison is going to be around for a long time."
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Sorry
It's been a few weeks since I've had a good chance to sit down and write much. Work has been busy, nights have been taken up with errands. Life at its finest!
We hit the Twins game two weeks ago with Mike's cousin Mikey, who was visting. He turned 16 while he was with us, and we had a great time showing him around the cities. Nice kid-and Madison loved to have company and someone who would run all over the house with her. Twins game was nice-I hadn't been to a game in almost 2 years. The new turf at the dome is amazing. I like it a lot more and it looks better then the other stuff. That artificial turf made it look more like indoor-outdoor carpeting. This stuff is much more realistic.
We also took advantage of riding the new Light Rail train into Minneapolis. By parking at Fort Snelling, the ride took about 15 minutes and dropped us off right in front of the Dome. Granted, the trip took about the same time as it would by driving, but you reduce the crap of finding a parking place and paying a small fortune for it. I will gladly do this again for a night out in Minneapolis.
Last week was spent in preparation for the big annual family camping trip. For 2 freaking nights and 1 day it takes A LOT to get going. Granted, this year was the easiest of all because everything is easily accessed in our basement, instead of a small closet in our apartment! I took Friday off, and we were on the road by 3:30. Madison made herself at home on top of all the coolers and had a nice perch to look out the windows and sleep on a blanket. We got down there before 7pm (Caledonia, MN) and were able to get the tent up with everything else before dark. We had some chilly nights, but with enough blankets and sleeping bags it was fine. Madison slept in her kennel, which we had room for in our large tent. She LOVED camping. Getting to run around in the country with other darks, a creek and people that wanted to play with her was perfect. Not to mention lots of bugs and fish to keep her interested! By the time evening rolled around, she would fall asleep at my feet around the campfire.
We had the annual Winnebago Bowl football game. I only played one game this year because I just wasn't up for more. We lost, so it sucked. The others all had fun. We had the new flag belts this year which make for easier capture. But, Derrick still managed to tackle Mike during the first play of the game instead of pulling his flag! (that sounded bad)
Nights were quiet, for once. Grace fell asleep on Saturday night at the fire, so she was decorated in grand tradition. What was funny was that she was the one that was so excited about decorating someone else! Cousin Randy and his family showed up as well, which is usually the only time we see them. Michelle and Dewey had gotten married quietly the weekend before, so we celebrated with a little cake and some gifts. Danny and his girlfriend were there with their 2 month old, Olivia. What a beautiful baby! I hadn't seen Danny in nearly 4 years, so that was nice that he came. Good time overall.
Went to visit Grandpa and Grandma on Sunday, in Harmony. We brought Madison to meet them. She licked Grandma, who thought she was a nice dog and pet her a bit. Same with Grandpa who proclaimed she was a smart pup! I spent a good hour chatting with Grandpa about how they are doing. Not great it sounds-and looks-and he did mention moving to the nursing home in Mabel. We'll have to see how that goes. He has a lot of responsibility in his hands and with his eye site going away, it can't be easy. It's very hard to watch the two people you love as much as your parents slow down and get older.
Madison's obedience classes started last week. We went to the first one without her, as requested, so we could learn what to expect. This week she comes along. I'm anxious to see how it goes! She loves other dogs but likes to whap them in the face with her paw. Some dogs don't take too kindly to that. She is the youngest at 5 months, with the oldest being 6 years. We took some advice from the class already and began working on things. When I let her out now and ask her to wait as I grab the chain, she does. I can't wait to see the dog named Elvis who is coming to class!
Tomorrow I am throwing a shower for my co-worker, Amy. She is due September 15, but I have a sneaking suspicion that she will go early. She is getting so big and round! It's been a great experience to be a part of her pregnancy since Day 1. They are having a little girl and are naming her Sophie. So, tonight I head off to Michael's, Factory Card Outlet, and Target to get all the things I need. I also have a haircut and eyebrow wax later, so I doubt I'll be home before 8:30pm tonight. Thankfully, we are not going anywhere this weekend. The plan is to paint the bathrooms and install shelving in the garage.
Bush and Cheney are in town tonight for a rally at the Xcel Center. This is like the 3rd or 4th time in 5 weeks. The interesting part is that the secret service is requiring all people to check in with their social security number and address. If they are a registered Democrat, they will not be allowed to enter. Nice. That's why Regime Change Begins At Home.
My most favorite t-shirt I saw recently with Bush's picture on it said, "Like a rock, only dumber." Classic. Kerry should be here again in the next week it sounds like. I can't wait until Election Day. I think I may have to take the day off, or take the following day off to recover from staying up to watch the returns!
Can Bill Clinton be our president again, please? (By the way, I'm only on Page 328 in his book. It's good, just has a lot of information to process.)
It's been a few weeks since I've had a good chance to sit down and write much. Work has been busy, nights have been taken up with errands. Life at its finest!
We hit the Twins game two weeks ago with Mike's cousin Mikey, who was visting. He turned 16 while he was with us, and we had a great time showing him around the cities. Nice kid-and Madison loved to have company and someone who would run all over the house with her. Twins game was nice-I hadn't been to a game in almost 2 years. The new turf at the dome is amazing. I like it a lot more and it looks better then the other stuff. That artificial turf made it look more like indoor-outdoor carpeting. This stuff is much more realistic.
We also took advantage of riding the new Light Rail train into Minneapolis. By parking at Fort Snelling, the ride took about 15 minutes and dropped us off right in front of the Dome. Granted, the trip took about the same time as it would by driving, but you reduce the crap of finding a parking place and paying a small fortune for it. I will gladly do this again for a night out in Minneapolis.
Last week was spent in preparation for the big annual family camping trip. For 2 freaking nights and 1 day it takes A LOT to get going. Granted, this year was the easiest of all because everything is easily accessed in our basement, instead of a small closet in our apartment! I took Friday off, and we were on the road by 3:30. Madison made herself at home on top of all the coolers and had a nice perch to look out the windows and sleep on a blanket. We got down there before 7pm (Caledonia, MN) and were able to get the tent up with everything else before dark. We had some chilly nights, but with enough blankets and sleeping bags it was fine. Madison slept in her kennel, which we had room for in our large tent. She LOVED camping. Getting to run around in the country with other darks, a creek and people that wanted to play with her was perfect. Not to mention lots of bugs and fish to keep her interested! By the time evening rolled around, she would fall asleep at my feet around the campfire.
We had the annual Winnebago Bowl football game. I only played one game this year because I just wasn't up for more. We lost, so it sucked. The others all had fun. We had the new flag belts this year which make for easier capture. But, Derrick still managed to tackle Mike during the first play of the game instead of pulling his flag! (that sounded bad)
Nights were quiet, for once. Grace fell asleep on Saturday night at the fire, so she was decorated in grand tradition. What was funny was that she was the one that was so excited about decorating someone else! Cousin Randy and his family showed up as well, which is usually the only time we see them. Michelle and Dewey had gotten married quietly the weekend before, so we celebrated with a little cake and some gifts. Danny and his girlfriend were there with their 2 month old, Olivia. What a beautiful baby! I hadn't seen Danny in nearly 4 years, so that was nice that he came. Good time overall.
Went to visit Grandpa and Grandma on Sunday, in Harmony. We brought Madison to meet them. She licked Grandma, who thought she was a nice dog and pet her a bit. Same with Grandpa who proclaimed she was a smart pup! I spent a good hour chatting with Grandpa about how they are doing. Not great it sounds-and looks-and he did mention moving to the nursing home in Mabel. We'll have to see how that goes. He has a lot of responsibility in his hands and with his eye site going away, it can't be easy. It's very hard to watch the two people you love as much as your parents slow down and get older.
Madison's obedience classes started last week. We went to the first one without her, as requested, so we could learn what to expect. This week she comes along. I'm anxious to see how it goes! She loves other dogs but likes to whap them in the face with her paw. Some dogs don't take too kindly to that. She is the youngest at 5 months, with the oldest being 6 years. We took some advice from the class already and began working on things. When I let her out now and ask her to wait as I grab the chain, she does. I can't wait to see the dog named Elvis who is coming to class!
Tomorrow I am throwing a shower for my co-worker, Amy. She is due September 15, but I have a sneaking suspicion that she will go early. She is getting so big and round! It's been a great experience to be a part of her pregnancy since Day 1. They are having a little girl and are naming her Sophie. So, tonight I head off to Michael's, Factory Card Outlet, and Target to get all the things I need. I also have a haircut and eyebrow wax later, so I doubt I'll be home before 8:30pm tonight. Thankfully, we are not going anywhere this weekend. The plan is to paint the bathrooms and install shelving in the garage.
Bush and Cheney are in town tonight for a rally at the Xcel Center. This is like the 3rd or 4th time in 5 weeks. The interesting part is that the secret service is requiring all people to check in with their social security number and address. If they are a registered Democrat, they will not be allowed to enter. Nice. That's why Regime Change Begins At Home.
My most favorite t-shirt I saw recently with Bush's picture on it said, "Like a rock, only dumber." Classic. Kerry should be here again in the next week it sounds like. I can't wait until Election Day. I think I may have to take the day off, or take the following day off to recover from staying up to watch the returns!
Can Bill Clinton be our president again, please? (By the way, I'm only on Page 328 in his book. It's good, just has a lot of information to process.)
Friday, August 06, 2004
Giggles
To make you laugh today, check out this site to view a short movie that bashes both Kerry & Bush!!
Next, you have to listen to this song. It's dumb and funny and I gurantee you won't be able to get it out of your head after you hear it. Rumor has it that the children's singer Rafee (remember him? Baby Balooga was a hit) wrote it. Banana Song rocks.
I also want to make a push to anyone who is interested in getting a dog. Madison's brother is the last of the litter to find a home. He sounds just like her-pretty laid back and smart. Even the way they describe how he sleeps is how Madison sleeps! If you know anybody that wants a great puppy, this is the one to get. I can attest to that!
Congrats on the job Molly! Sounds like this is just right for you.
To make you laugh today, check out this site to view a short movie that bashes both Kerry & Bush!!
Next, you have to listen to this song. It's dumb and funny and I gurantee you won't be able to get it out of your head after you hear it. Rumor has it that the children's singer Rafee (remember him? Baby Balooga was a hit) wrote it. Banana Song rocks.
I also want to make a push to anyone who is interested in getting a dog. Madison's brother is the last of the litter to find a home. He sounds just like her-pretty laid back and smart. Even the way they describe how he sleeps is how Madison sleeps! If you know anybody that wants a great puppy, this is the one to get. I can attest to that!
Congrats on the job Molly! Sounds like this is just right for you.
New Hottie
Watched the movie "13 Going on 30" last night. Although not considered a classic or awesome movie, it was a darn cute and feel good kind of flick. Check out the guy from the movie-he's my new hottie. Cute!
One thing I can't be more happier about in the past week: the appearance of more John Kerry bumper stickers. I'd say that I have seen the Kerry stickers outweigh the Bush ones by about 10:1 ratio. Seriously. Either the Republicans aren't pushing their stuff, or the Kerry camp is going crazy (probably this one) but I'm happy to see people supporting Kerry. I thought that his introduction at the Convention was classic. "Lt. John Kerry reporting for duty." Whoever thought of that knew the crowd would love it.
It's Friday and the day can't end soon enough. I don't know what is has been about this week. I can't get enough sleep, Work sucks, headaches abound. I just feel like if I don't keep holding my eye balls open and my head up that it will be fall on my desk with a loud crash, and I'll be out. Sleep deprivation is a form of torture. I now understand why.
I took some old pictures I found into the PictureMaker at Target the other day. Surprisingly, they turned out quite well. Three were these tiny little photos that were at Grandpa and Grandma's. I could tell that one was Uncle Mike, but the others I was unsure. As it turns out, the other two consist of Dad holding a baseball bat on his shoulder. (Aged less then 7 at least) The other is of Dad and Mike together. They look like two little rascals. Pretty cool. The others were of my Grandpa Garness and one of my mom, brother & Me in our back yard. Let's just say that i have a black eye in the picture and look really ornery. I was around 2, so this comes to know suprise to anyone who knew me at that age.
Our time up north was fun. Madison and Joey got along well and had fun wrestling with each other. Alex was funny as always. "Uncle Mike, come here so I can splash you." He has a great vocabulary for age 2 1/2. Madison was whupped after being in the water for 2 days. She saw ducks, loons, you name it. Surprisingly, she didn't do anything but just watch them paddle by. Fun to watch.
Off to the Twins game tomorrow!
Watched the movie "13 Going on 30" last night. Although not considered a classic or awesome movie, it was a darn cute and feel good kind of flick. Check out the guy from the movie-he's my new hottie. Cute!
One thing I can't be more happier about in the past week: the appearance of more John Kerry bumper stickers. I'd say that I have seen the Kerry stickers outweigh the Bush ones by about 10:1 ratio. Seriously. Either the Republicans aren't pushing their stuff, or the Kerry camp is going crazy (probably this one) but I'm happy to see people supporting Kerry. I thought that his introduction at the Convention was classic. "Lt. John Kerry reporting for duty." Whoever thought of that knew the crowd would love it.
It's Friday and the day can't end soon enough. I don't know what is has been about this week. I can't get enough sleep, Work sucks, headaches abound. I just feel like if I don't keep holding my eye balls open and my head up that it will be fall on my desk with a loud crash, and I'll be out. Sleep deprivation is a form of torture. I now understand why.
I took some old pictures I found into the PictureMaker at Target the other day. Surprisingly, they turned out quite well. Three were these tiny little photos that were at Grandpa and Grandma's. I could tell that one was Uncle Mike, but the others I was unsure. As it turns out, the other two consist of Dad holding a baseball bat on his shoulder. (Aged less then 7 at least) The other is of Dad and Mike together. They look like two little rascals. Pretty cool. The others were of my Grandpa Garness and one of my mom, brother & Me in our back yard. Let's just say that i have a black eye in the picture and look really ornery. I was around 2, so this comes to know suprise to anyone who knew me at that age.
Our time up north was fun. Madison and Joey got along well and had fun wrestling with each other. Alex was funny as always. "Uncle Mike, come here so I can splash you." He has a great vocabulary for age 2 1/2. Madison was whupped after being in the water for 2 days. She saw ducks, loons, you name it. Surprisingly, she didn't do anything but just watch them paddle by. Fun to watch.
Off to the Twins game tomorrow!
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Come on get happy...
At the Mall of America the other day there were auditions being held for the new Partridge Family reality show. Is it just me, or have reality shows gone too far?
Over the weekend we watched The Surreal Life, which was actually funny. That's the one where all the celebrities live together in a house and basically act obnoxious. This cast includes: Vanilla Ice, Erik "Ponch" Astrada, Tammy Faye Baker, Trishelle from the Real World, Ron Jeremy the porn star, and a Baywatch chick. Even though Ron Jeremy is gross, he's actually a pretty decent guy, as is Erik Astrada. Tammy Faye seems like just a softie at heart who is so religious she just wants to love everyone. I have to admit, I scoffed at this show initally. Then I laughed.
I haven't posted in almost 2 weeks because there hasn't been much to post about. Life moves pretty fast sometimes...where have we heard that quote before? Over the weekend we had a Housewarming Party at our place for some of the fam. Thanks to all who gave us such nice things. We appreciate the 'warming' of our place. I found out that I am not much of a hostess. I guess I'd rather just go to other people's houses. I'm not good at having people visit!
We have a new DSL connection at home, that is finally working as of yesterday. We are happy to finally have it since our dial up no longer worked very well.
Madison is still her happy puppy self. We start her puppy classes in just a few weeks, thankfully. She's got an 'attitude' going right now where she likes to bark at you when you aren't paying any attention to her. And she is still eating her poop. I give up on that one. Hey, if you want to eat your own shit, that's your business. Just don't lick me afterwards. And, she loves to dig. The tree in our front yard is taking a beating and we'll have to make a run to the hardware store to fix something up to keep her from digging.
Mike was accepted to grad school and begins at the end of August. I'm so excited for him and I hope this will help him get where he would like to be with his career. The next 10 months will be challenging, but something we both decided was worth the sacrifice.
We made a trip to the new IKEA store a few weeks ago. That is going to be a dangerous place for me! The furniture is so modern and unique-while combining quality and low prices. We bought a corner unit for our television. I could have bought a lot more! I highly recommend this place to newly out of college individuals who needs furniture and don't have a lot of money. (Molly, a tip! But sorry, no job offer.)
Speaking of Molly-please know that we have all felt this way at one time or another. You are not alone! It's the crappiest feeling in the world knowing that you are qualified, that you have a 4 year degree, and no one wants you. A job is out there-it is! I guess it's like romance. It happens when you least expect it. My first job out of college was purely by accident. Keep doing what you are doing and some day you will stop and say: how is it possible I've been out of college for 10 years ? Can I stop working and go back to those fun days? I miss college-something I never thought I would say. Keep your head held high.
Tonight is the big convention night-John Kerry will accept the nomination. I have missed the last 2 nights because I basically just forgot-too busy being outside with Madison and enjoying the weather. I'm mad that I missed Clinton's speech. Anyway, tonight I hope is the beginning of the end of the Bush reign. (Still haven't seen Fairenheit 911)
This weekend we are taking some time out to drive up north. The weather sounds decent and we haven't been to my in-laws all summer. (mike has, not me) So, we thought we 'd take the weekend to relax, check out the pontoon boat, and introduce Madison to the lake. This will be her first long car ride since we brought her home. She has had diarrhea on and off all week, so here's hoping she doesn't crap all over the car!
Spoke with my Dad yesterday, who is recovering from prostate surgery. He is on the mend, but still recuperating. Keep feeling better!
Dad has also been helping my friend Jeannette with some writing recently. She has been part of a contest at the Pioneer Press called "Average Joe Sports Writer". With a pool of contestants, they pit 2 individuals against each other and give them a topic in sports to write about. Jeannette is down to the final 4 and has done a fantastic job. The winner each week is chosen by the Sports Editor, Deputy Sports Editor, and online voting. If you get a chance, check it out and vote!
At the Mall of America the other day there were auditions being held for the new Partridge Family reality show. Is it just me, or have reality shows gone too far?
Over the weekend we watched The Surreal Life, which was actually funny. That's the one where all the celebrities live together in a house and basically act obnoxious. This cast includes: Vanilla Ice, Erik "Ponch" Astrada, Tammy Faye Baker, Trishelle from the Real World, Ron Jeremy the porn star, and a Baywatch chick. Even though Ron Jeremy is gross, he's actually a pretty decent guy, as is Erik Astrada. Tammy Faye seems like just a softie at heart who is so religious she just wants to love everyone. I have to admit, I scoffed at this show initally. Then I laughed.
I haven't posted in almost 2 weeks because there hasn't been much to post about. Life moves pretty fast sometimes...where have we heard that quote before? Over the weekend we had a Housewarming Party at our place for some of the fam. Thanks to all who gave us such nice things. We appreciate the 'warming' of our place. I found out that I am not much of a hostess. I guess I'd rather just go to other people's houses. I'm not good at having people visit!
We have a new DSL connection at home, that is finally working as of yesterday. We are happy to finally have it since our dial up no longer worked very well.
Madison is still her happy puppy self. We start her puppy classes in just a few weeks, thankfully. She's got an 'attitude' going right now where she likes to bark at you when you aren't paying any attention to her. And she is still eating her poop. I give up on that one. Hey, if you want to eat your own shit, that's your business. Just don't lick me afterwards. And, she loves to dig. The tree in our front yard is taking a beating and we'll have to make a run to the hardware store to fix something up to keep her from digging.
Mike was accepted to grad school and begins at the end of August. I'm so excited for him and I hope this will help him get where he would like to be with his career. The next 10 months will be challenging, but something we both decided was worth the sacrifice.
We made a trip to the new IKEA store a few weeks ago. That is going to be a dangerous place for me! The furniture is so modern and unique-while combining quality and low prices. We bought a corner unit for our television. I could have bought a lot more! I highly recommend this place to newly out of college individuals who needs furniture and don't have a lot of money. (Molly, a tip! But sorry, no job offer.)
Speaking of Molly-please know that we have all felt this way at one time or another. You are not alone! It's the crappiest feeling in the world knowing that you are qualified, that you have a 4 year degree, and no one wants you. A job is out there-it is! I guess it's like romance. It happens when you least expect it. My first job out of college was purely by accident. Keep doing what you are doing and some day you will stop and say: how is it possible I've been out of college for 10 years ? Can I stop working and go back to those fun days? I miss college-something I never thought I would say. Keep your head held high.
Tonight is the big convention night-John Kerry will accept the nomination. I have missed the last 2 nights because I basically just forgot-too busy being outside with Madison and enjoying the weather. I'm mad that I missed Clinton's speech. Anyway, tonight I hope is the beginning of the end of the Bush reign. (Still haven't seen Fairenheit 911)
This weekend we are taking some time out to drive up north. The weather sounds decent and we haven't been to my in-laws all summer. (mike has, not me) So, we thought we 'd take the weekend to relax, check out the pontoon boat, and introduce Madison to the lake. This will be her first long car ride since we brought her home. She has had diarrhea on and off all week, so here's hoping she doesn't crap all over the car!
Spoke with my Dad yesterday, who is recovering from prostate surgery. He is on the mend, but still recuperating. Keep feeling better!
Dad has also been helping my friend Jeannette with some writing recently. She has been part of a contest at the Pioneer Press called "Average Joe Sports Writer". With a pool of contestants, they pit 2 individuals against each other and give them a topic in sports to write about. Jeannette is down to the final 4 and has done a fantastic job. The winner each week is chosen by the Sports Editor, Deputy Sports Editor, and online voting. If you get a chance, check it out and vote!
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Blah
That's how I feel today.
Vacation was short, never long enough. We went canoeing on the rising Upper Iowa river, which was a blast. (Even though I got burned!) We hung out with family, I went to my friend Erika's wedding, a parade at my Dad's, trip to Clear Lake, Iowa to see where Buddy Holly was killed, went to see Anchorman, did a lot of shopping (MOA included), went to see a folk group play with my Dad, and read my books. It wasn't overly relaxing, but it was nice to be home.
Madison was busy lapping up all the attention she received from all of the extra people around the house. Alissa and Paige really liked her. She learned some new things from Grandpa Barry, which is good. She terrorized TJ each morning by trying to get him to play. Poor TJ, he wanted to play, but it's just too hard for him.
Things are not looking good for my buddy...he has had five seizures in the past 3 days. I found a few tumors on his chest as well. We knew it was coming, but it doesn't make it any easier. Madison will miss him too.
Back to work. There were things to catch up on, but nothing major. I'm just busy today and Friday because my co-worker is out and I'm covering her job too. Can't wait for the weekend.
Welcome to the post college working world, Molly!
That's how I feel today.
Vacation was short, never long enough. We went canoeing on the rising Upper Iowa river, which was a blast. (Even though I got burned!) We hung out with family, I went to my friend Erika's wedding, a parade at my Dad's, trip to Clear Lake, Iowa to see where Buddy Holly was killed, went to see Anchorman, did a lot of shopping (MOA included), went to see a folk group play with my Dad, and read my books. It wasn't overly relaxing, but it was nice to be home.
Madison was busy lapping up all the attention she received from all of the extra people around the house. Alissa and Paige really liked her. She learned some new things from Grandpa Barry, which is good. She terrorized TJ each morning by trying to get him to play. Poor TJ, he wanted to play, but it's just too hard for him.
Things are not looking good for my buddy...he has had five seizures in the past 3 days. I found a few tumors on his chest as well. We knew it was coming, but it doesn't make it any easier. Madison will miss him too.
Back to work. There were things to catch up on, but nothing major. I'm just busy today and Friday because my co-worker is out and I'm covering her job too. Can't wait for the weekend.
Welcome to the post college working world, Molly!
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Back in the saddle again
I'm back from vacation, back at work. I will post more later on the joys of being off for 10 days. I can tell you a couple things:
1)Madison and TJ woke me up at 5am each day.
2)We saw Anchorman and I thought it was really funny. Pat, Lyn and Mike do not concur.
"CANNON BALL!" I love Will Farrell.
I'm back from vacation, back at work. I will post more later on the joys of being off for 10 days. I can tell you a couple things:
1)Madison and TJ woke me up at 5am each day.
2)We saw Anchorman and I thought it was really funny. Pat, Lyn and Mike do not concur.
"CANNON BALL!" I love Will Farrell.
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