Tuesday, January 23, 2007

The perils of a cough

Both of the kids have been fighting colds. You know the type. Coughs, lovely lime green, thick snot that continues to "leak" out of previously cute noses, and watery eyes that leave you wondering if they are just watering or if the poor kids are crying because they are tired of being sick......


However in the midst of this sickness Miss L made a discovery.

She was lying on the couch, head on my lap when another coughing spell hit. After it was over she turned to me and said in a pitifully cute voice...."Momma, when I cough my leg goes flying up. That's crazy!"

She had previously informed Steven and I that she would cover her mouth when she coughed, but during a "big cough" her hand just flies away. What is a girl to do? You can't argue with the science of a forceful cough.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Power Up!

Last night, at a quarter til six, we officially obtained power.

AMEN!

Nine days without power was MORE THAN ENOUGH for me. I love power. I love our electric company. I love the lineman. I love Thomas Edison. I love Benjamin Franklin.......If it has to do with electricity, I love it.

LOVE IT! LOVE IT! LOVE IT! LOVE IT! I can't say it enough.

I noticed Becky blogged today. So sliding in on the heels of her post.....here goes.

Today I am worried about:

  • Thursday: Going to Dr. with the kids. Then to Picture People. Then to Salon. I am scared and outnumbered. There are more them than there are of me.
  • Am I a bad mother because I rarely go anywhere with my kids by alone? I always call in reinforcements, or only take one child.
  • I wonder what chemicals Becky was talking about?
  • Is it safe to eat hamburger that has thawed (yet stayed cold) and then refroze?
  • Will I die if I eat it? Or just get really sick?
  • Maybe I should save it and fix it for Steven some night when he makes me mad. (just kidding)
  • Should I have another child?
  • Are you crazy woman? Look at you #1 and #2 worries.
  • Am I depressed? Should looking at old pictures of Miss L as a baby make me terribly sad.
  • I am anxious to see how hubby does taking Miss L to dance class. She has already melted his heart and he hasn't even gotten to see her in her cute little leotard with all of her friends haming it up.
  • I am pretty sure I am depressed. Everything/everyone makes me sad.
  • I am getting so many grey hairs.......I probably worry too much.

Friday, January 19, 2007

Oh No! Not again.

We still are without power. I guess I should say that we are without power generated by the power company. We are still running our gas generator.....and with the way the weather is shaping up I may need to take out a loan to buy gas for the next year.

We really are very fortunate. We do have heat and my husband wired it up where we can also have water. But not at the same time. We are still working on that. My dad says it can be done....but he is too busy dozing trees that are down in powerlines out of the way for the electric company.

The kids....well the kids think that this is just a fun new way of living. You know, it is real exciting to go to someone else's house to take a bath, to cook frozen pizzas on the gas grill outside, to go to the garage for the refrigerator contents, to go to the back deck for the freezer contents, to have the ambiance of a kerosene heater......on and on. Doesn't it sound like SO MUCH FUN?

Last night, while running the generator, the song "This is our country" by John Mellencamp came on. You know the song.....the one they play the chorus to over and over again while a Chevy commerical plays. Evidentally Chevy want everyone to believe buying their truck makes you American.......

Anyway, Miss L, who is 3 and loves any and all music, kept singing "This is our country" over and over. I stopped her and said, "Do you know what country we live in?"

Nope. What is it Momma?

"We live in the United States". Being a mother, you are duty bound to try and teach your child at every opportunity. Even a Chevy commercial.

After she sang a few more rounds of "This is our country".......I decided to see how well she retained this new information.

"Now Miss L, what do we live in?"

This is where I expected her to reply, "The United States".....however, Miss L, living her life to song lyrics replied....."Fast Forward"

"Nope, I said. We live in the United States......It is Kenny Chesney that lives in "Fast Forward"" . . sigh

So in honor of you Miss L, your mama raises her voice and sings......

"I'm livin, in fast forward
Hillbilly Rock Star, out of control
I'm livin, in fast forward,
now I need to rewind real slow..........."

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

On the Rocks

Well we are on day five of being without power. I think the local Amish community is laughing at us. They have this all figured out while the rest of the population is firing up their generators or making a made dash to find one. Luckily, we already had one.

We, unlike many others, are keeping warm and can watch T.V. when the generator is on. Using the oven is a no-no, as well as having water. Apparently our generator isn't tough enough to carry the load. Right now, the worst part of our dilemma is the no water.......and I will gladly take that over the "no heat". I now know why the busiest aisle at Wal Mart the day before the storm hit was the air freshener aisle. If only I had followed their lead instead of thinking they were a bunch of crazies.

The first day without power, prior to us wiring the generator into our breaker box, Mr. B came to me, remote in hand.....and threw it at me. He wanted the TV on.....and he wanted it on NOW! Even after a lengthy discussion about the ice storm, lines down, no electricity...blah, blah, blah, this 18 month old did not care about greatest ice storm to hit the Midwest. No, he just wanted Spongebob or Dora, or even Seasame Street. Anything.

What is odd is.....I didn't even know that he paid attention to the TV prior to this. He seemed uninterested and played away with his toys. It was Miss L that I thought got all wrapped up in the daily adventures of Dora and Boots. Hopefully power will be up soon. Maybe I can talk it up....and make myself believe it. However, even as I was typing this sentence my boss called to say that his power was back off. Since I am using the electricity here at work to cook slow cooker chicken and dumplin's, I hope that it stays on a little longer. A nice hot meal would be nice.

Even more important than a hot meal, is the safety of all the linemen out working to get everyone up and going. My mom works at the electric coop and has been working 8 hours on, 8 hours off, for five days now. She stated that she mostly worries about people who have lines down going to their house. If the main line is hot then the line dangling dangerously in their yard is hot too. Seems obvious, but some people think if their house is out then the power is off. Not necessarily so. A dog has already been killed on one of these hot lines. I hate it, but better than a person. My hope is that everyone stays safe.....and patient.

Monday, January 08, 2007

The art of expression

A couple of months ago we had family pictures made. Although I knew what I was getting into at the time I felt like it was necessary. I mean, after all, Mr. B was 16 months old and we didn‘t even have a family picture of us.


Now, first let me explain that I go a little crazy with pictures. When Miss L was born I had her picture professionally taken once a month for the first year and five of those months I had it taken twice. I know...it is a sickness.


Our first family picture taken after her birth was when she was 3 weeks old.


Our second family picture taken after her birth was when she was 6 months old.


After Mr. B came along, I scheduled an appointment bought everyone coordinating outfits and off we went to the photo shoot.


As we all know, in this digital age there is instant “gratification“ when viewing photos. Upload to a computer and viola! The images come to life before your eyes.


However, these images were horrible. Rather my image was horrible. I couldn‘t look at that picture of me......NOPE, we didn‘t buy any of those and thus returned to the ranks of having not one family picture of the four of us. That was over a year ago.


So in October, the scars of the previous pictures had worn off and I was willing to submit myself to that torture ALL over again. I must have been crazy.


I decided that I was going to scale down.

We were going to wear things we already had.

I was going to be “ok” with me and the way I looked and do it for the good of our children. They will want something to remember us by..... Right?

So we went and we did. This time, we had to wait for the images to be uploaded to the internet and it was a month later before we could view them. My resolve had weakened in this amount of time....and even with 100+ photos to view, there wasn’t one that I liked of us all. There were several that were good of Miss L and her daddy, there were a couple that were decent of me, but there were even fewer that were good of Mr. B.

As we found out two days later....he had pneumonia. Apparently that hinders ones ability to smile and say...”cheese!”

After a month a person begins to wonder if it is worth the $85 sitting fee or the outrageous prices for the prints. You begin to question yourself. “Will my kids really care what their parents looked like? Will they care enough to spend $30 for a 5 x 7?” I don’t think so.

But here I was. I bit the bullet, paid the $85 dollars and purchased a few....and I mean a few.. pictures. And even worse, I "took one for the team" and chose the pose that collectively was the best and unfortunately that one wasn't the best of me. Ahhhh, the perils of being a mother. Once the check was written, it only took a couple of days to get over the sting of a big check and a bad picture.

But last week, that all changed. The sting came back.

I was at home cleaning out my junk drawer when I came across items that hadn't been seen since April.

Our family had indeed had a family portrait made and me with my feeble memory had forgotten, and apparently it took me shelling out the big bucks for a medicore picture to realize how great these pictures were.


Why did I not notice this before? Did I not think that this “artist” was noteworthy enough? Was I being snooty because these pictures just cost a few coin?


I think that this was a great lesson in life and expectations. Looking back I think these pictures were so great because they captured our family having fun....being carefree.... and celebrating life. I didn’t worry about outfits. I didn’t worry about my hair and makeup. And we didn’t all have to be smiling serenely into the camera. Nope. We just all had to be having fun.


And as I flipped through these pictures I noted that not only did I have a family picture,



but I also had a picture of my sister and I....


and a picture of me and my handsome hubby.


Consider the lesson learned. Next time we need to have a family picture made, instead of spending my money on a sitting fee and high priced prints, I will just spend my money on pizza and tokens and we will eat, drink and be merry.....and let Chuck E. Cheese draw our picture before we head out the door.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Come and get your love..............

My sister called me to tell me that she is really wanting me to post something. After all, she said, it has been forever. So being one not to disappoint, here goes. Sarah, I hope you like it. :)

This year I have made a sort of unofficial resolution: Start doing things for yourself and discover who you are as a person.

Sounds relatively easy, huh? You would think so.

I read a post of TSK's that enlightened me as to how out of touch with myself I am. The post was "what you wanted to do in your lifetime"-and it couldn't be anything for, or to do with, your family.

Being someone who always wants to reply.....I was like, OK....I can do this..... AND THEN NOTHING! That is right, nothing. I couldn't think of a thing. Finally I put something about accepting, and coming to terms with me. The whole package, the whole kit-n-kaboodle. Yadda, yadda, yadda.

So I sought counsel. I told a good friend of mine that I was concerned that I really, as an individual, was boring. NO PERSONALITY. Whatsoever. If I wasn't taking care of my husband and children......well, I wouldn't have a clue as to what I wanted to do with my life or my time. In her wise way.....she suggested porn. Yep. Porn. She said it would loosen me up a little. (Did I mention I have nuts for friends..?)

As the new year rolled in I began thinking more and more about this. What do I like? What do I enjoy? I began making this my new quest. To figure myself out. To be less concerned with what others think. To live life for me.

This will take baby steps, and my first baby step was taken on Tuesday.

Last year, Becca blogged about women and their inherent desire to take clothes off in the presence of a camera, any type of camera: video, digital....you name it. She claimed that it is just born into us to do this. A survival instinct of sorts.

I replied that I apparently had been skipped over and did not carry that trait carried by the female species. I didn't want to see my naked image and I didn't presume anyone else would want to either.

Becca thought that it was a jab at her....and quickly removed the post.

Although it wasn't a jab at her, it did make me acutely aware of how prude/naive I really was/am. Is this something a person can overcome? Or something they should want to?

So with determination in my......um.....eyes I made up my mind to take a giant leap away from the person I had always been. Do something out of character....and pull a little from both friends.

Camera phone in hand, I stripped down, sucked in, lifted up, struck a pose and captured my mirrored image in all of its glory. Granted, I had all "important areas" strategically covered.

Of course, the first shot would not do. I began sounding like someone directing a professional photo shoot:

Suck in......more....more...more....right there! Now lift and turn.....put your weight on your hind leg....tilt your head! That's it! Work it, work it....work it!

After several tries I found one I thought would "work" and before I could back out, I entered my husband's number and sent it off into the cellular world to his phone.

I dressed myself, returned to the world of mommy, and waited for my husband to call.

I was a little apprehensive. I mean, of course my husband had seen me naked before, but to capture a still image to be looked at.....and scrutinized.....was very scary for me. I am not a modest person, however, I am a moving person. Remember the saying about a moving target.... In real life moving makes it hard to tell whether the jiggle was from the wiggle......or not. A digital image DOES NOT move. (so scary........deep breath......)

Five hours later I still had not heard from him. Talk about let down.

Once he arrived home I pounded him with questions.

Did you get my message? Did you see it? What did you think?

He had no idea what I was talking about!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I later checked my phone to see what the problem was. That was on Tuesday. It said then what it says now, 3 days later....."waiting for report".

GREAT! A report! I finally get up my nerve to do something crazy, and now I am going to get a report! A report that has taken over three days to generate!

My question is: Will it be like a report card.... (C-) or more comprehensive.....(nice ___....however, a little too much sag..... could use a little work on the hips and thighs....)?????? Maybe time will tell.

Can't wait to see what the people at Alltel think.