ok, this posting is caused by Maura LeAnn
2 words2 words NO MORE NO LESS can be used... Have fun and try not to use the same answers as the person before you...
1. Where is your cell phone? ..................Charging up
2. Your significant other?..................all mine
3. Your hair? ....................................... needs cutting
4. Your mother?................................ my friend
5. Your father?...................................... handsome Mexican
6. Your favorite thing?.............................living life
7. Your dream last night?........................ postponed indefinitely
8. Your favorite drink? .............................ice water
9. Your dream/goal?.............................Celestial glory
10. The room you're in?.........................living space
11. Your ex?....................................ex what?
12. Your fear?..................................Outer darkness
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years?.........still here
14. Where were you last night?....................band competition
15. What you're not?..................................financially responsible
16. Muffin?.......................................... why, yes!
17. One of your wish list items?........... food storage
18. Where you were born?................. Honolulu, Hawaii
19. The last thing you did?.......................I blinked
20. What are you wearing?.................... not pajamas
21. Your TV?.........................................blessedly off
22. Your pets?........................................ poop factories
23. Your computer? .................................Marina friendly
24. Your life?......................................... absolutely perfect
25. Your mood?...................................craving sleep
26. Missing someone?........................every minute
27. Your car?...........................................runs well
28. Something you're not wearing?................ head band
29. Favorite Store?.....................................super market
30. Your summer?....................................thankfully over
31. Like someone?.....................................of course
32. Your favorite color?......................... changes occasionally
33. Last time you laughed?......................... about Brooklyn
34. Who will re-post this?...........................don't care
Life doesn't get any better than this!!
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Vince Mira
Hello, this is Deborah. Mom asked me to figure out how to put videos on her blog. It took me two months, but I did it. Enjoy the voice of Johnny Cash.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Jalepeno Poppers or Deadly Weapon,,,hmmmmn
Friday was the big day for many who read the Twilight series. Parties all over the place with Twilighters dressing up and having deep dark discussions about characters and fighting over who gets the real Edward when/if he ever shows up. Sounds like I know a lot and that I am all over it Huh?! Well, I don't. I don't have a clue who anyone or anything is really. I know about Edward because I get to hear all my girls (and Justin) go on about Edward. We'll see, I might get on the bandwagon and read the books soon.
Well, before the party up at Borders here in Carson, we (Maura, Marina, Rebekah and Justin) decided to go for pizza at Brugo's because we heard good things about them. We ordered yummy pizza and jalapeno poppers and chicken wings. Maura got the poppers put in front of her and asked if I wanted one. I am not big on JP's but I figures "what the hey, why not" so I took one and bit into it. Immediately I was aware that something was not right but what was it? Hmmmm? Oh I know, could it be that it was soooooo sticken hot (not in the spicy way) that it felt like someone squirted the hot oil from the deep fryer into my mouth? Yeah, I think that was it!! Mind you it only took like .00001 second for me to figure it out as my teeth were not even through the popper when I yanked it out of my mouth and dropped it. I instantly went for my water but, again, the damage was done. As a side note, the pizza was really really good. At least what I could taste of it.
I headed for home as I was not going to the "party" at borders. I was afraid that I would have an overwhelming urge to make up a false ending with Edward coming out of the closet and becoming mortal by marrying some guy or something, and then I would yell it out really loud as if I were spoiling the end or something. Somehow the visual I got on that didn't set well with my sense of self-preservation so I decided to skip the party.
I was really tired and went to bed about an hour or so after getting home. Then next morning I unstuck my tongue from the top of my mouth (weird) and realized that something wasn't right. Yeah, I had this bright angry red area at the top right hand side of my mouth, you know, right above my right molars. It starts to bleed as I gently brush around it. So throughout the day I try to baby it. Orey has me swish with warm salt water etc. It is really hard to eat because things keep touching that side of the roof of my mouth. It is amazing how many times you move food around your mouth by sliding it across the roof of your mouth. So last night I go to bed and this morning I wake up thinking my mouth feels better. Surprise!! I was wrong. As soon as I start talking I realize it feels like I am running sandpaper over the burned area. It really is amazing how rough a tongue feels on a burned area. So, now I can't talk and I can't eat. Going without eating was something I was not happy about but could probably afford to do so. However, going without talking?!!!! NO STINKING WAY!!!!! That's it, something needed to be done that's for sure. So, off to the emergency room I go. Actually, the real reason I went is because the burn blistered out and I was afraid that I would either get an infection in it and/or the burn is so close to the roots of the molar that it might cause damage to the tooth.
The person who took care of me at the ER told me that I have second degree burns on the roof of my mouth and she put me on this lidocaine mouthwash stuff and also and antibiotic in case an infection tries to set in. I hope thing get better for work. You know how much I need to talk.
Oh, my take on it is that I think I would have had more fun out of the weekend if I would have yelled out my false ending! Of course, I probably would have pointed to the person next to me just for fun.
Marina the Mom
Well, before the party up at Borders here in Carson, we (Maura, Marina, Rebekah and Justin) decided to go for pizza at Brugo's because we heard good things about them. We ordered yummy pizza and jalapeno poppers and chicken wings. Maura got the poppers put in front of her and asked if I wanted one. I am not big on JP's but I figures "what the hey, why not" so I took one and bit into it. Immediately I was aware that something was not right but what was it? Hmmmm? Oh I know, could it be that it was soooooo sticken hot (not in the spicy way) that it felt like someone squirted the hot oil from the deep fryer into my mouth? Yeah, I think that was it!! Mind you it only took like .00001 second for me to figure it out as my teeth were not even through the popper when I yanked it out of my mouth and dropped it. I instantly went for my water but, again, the damage was done. As a side note, the pizza was really really good. At least what I could taste of it.
I headed for home as I was not going to the "party" at borders. I was afraid that I would have an overwhelming urge to make up a false ending with Edward coming out of the closet and becoming mortal by marrying some guy or something, and then I would yell it out really loud as if I were spoiling the end or something. Somehow the visual I got on that didn't set well with my sense of self-preservation so I decided to skip the party.
I was really tired and went to bed about an hour or so after getting home. Then next morning I unstuck my tongue from the top of my mouth (weird) and realized that something wasn't right. Yeah, I had this bright angry red area at the top right hand side of my mouth, you know, right above my right molars. It starts to bleed as I gently brush around it. So throughout the day I try to baby it. Orey has me swish with warm salt water etc. It is really hard to eat because things keep touching that side of the roof of my mouth. It is amazing how many times you move food around your mouth by sliding it across the roof of your mouth. So last night I go to bed and this morning I wake up thinking my mouth feels better. Surprise!! I was wrong. As soon as I start talking I realize it feels like I am running sandpaper over the burned area. It really is amazing how rough a tongue feels on a burned area. So, now I can't talk and I can't eat. Going without eating was something I was not happy about but could probably afford to do so. However, going without talking?!!!! NO STINKING WAY!!!!! That's it, something needed to be done that's for sure. So, off to the emergency room I go. Actually, the real reason I went is because the burn blistered out and I was afraid that I would either get an infection in it and/or the burn is so close to the roots of the molar that it might cause damage to the tooth.
The person who took care of me at the ER told me that I have second degree burns on the roof of my mouth and she put me on this lidocaine mouthwash stuff and also and antibiotic in case an infection tries to set in. I hope thing get better for work. You know how much I need to talk.
Oh, my take on it is that I think I would have had more fun out of the weekend if I would have yelled out my false ending! Of course, I probably would have pointed to the person next to me just for fun.
Marina the Mom
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Cash it in Baby!!!
Okay, for those of you who have ever heard Johnny Cash sing you know that he has this distinctive sounding voice. I really like his voice. If I remember correctly, my dad really liked Johnny Cash.
Well, I have to say that just last night Orey had me listen to a You Tube video and I was blown away! It practically brought tears to my eyes! Is seems that there is a 15 year old (probably 16 by now) by the name of Vince Mira who sings amazingly like Johnny. I was stunned and I was sure that it was some kind of trick but it looks like he is the real deal folks.
If you are interested you can go to You Tube and put in the name Vince Mira to view a video. I can almost gurantee that if you are a Cash fan you will love this kid.
So, go to You Tube and check it out. Unless of course Deborah (my blog techie) knows how to post the videos to my blog.....hint hint.
Chat with you all later and enjoy the show.
Well, I have to say that just last night Orey had me listen to a You Tube video and I was blown away! It practically brought tears to my eyes! Is seems that there is a 15 year old (probably 16 by now) by the name of Vince Mira who sings amazingly like Johnny. I was stunned and I was sure that it was some kind of trick but it looks like he is the real deal folks.
If you are interested you can go to You Tube and put in the name Vince Mira to view a video. I can almost gurantee that if you are a Cash fan you will love this kid.
So, go to You Tube and check it out. Unless of course Deborah (my blog techie) knows how to post the videos to my blog.....hint hint.
Chat with you all later and enjoy the show.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Government Issue
Okay, so it has been quite some time since I have posted on my blog. to be honest, so much has happened that I thought I would need to write about all the important things in my life that have happened recently and the thought of that just seemed overwhelming. However, some of my children have assured me that I do not need to go back and fill in all the important blanks and that I should just move forward, so here it is.
Okay, so some of you know that back in April I started a new job with the city. I really liked that job but I felt like I was getting paid a pretty penny and not doing enough for it. Previous to getting that position I had applied for a State position with the Department of Corrections (DOC). They had a Program Officer open for the prisoner re-entry program. I applied and then the hiring freeze came out. Then they lifted the freeze long enough that I was able to interview then the freeze was put back on. Well, at the end of June I got a letter informing me that they had selected me for the postion. I started with the DOC on July 14th. I LOVE my job! I am always busy and I have a ton of interaction with the inmates and out in the community.
Anyway, I have to attend 2 weeks worth of correctional officer training (the officers go through 8 weeks total) so I can learn the basics of inmate society and how to function inside without being compromised. Compromised would be inadverdently doing favors for the inmates like delivering notes, calling family members, becoming to to friendly, stuff like that. It seems a simple thing but when you are in that environment you realize how easy it is because you are used to dealing with persons on a basic human level but in the prison you have to act in a manner where you have to assume everyone is lying to you or that they are trying to use you for something. It doesn't sound like a great place but hey, I worked for a section of the DMV that prepared me well for this job :~) As Deborah says, "I digress".
There are about 40 or so of us in this class with all but about 4 of us as correction officers or some other type of law enforcement. About a 3rd of those are military. Two of our instructors are retired military with one being Marine Corp and the other being Navy. They had a friendly bantering back and forth about how the Navy has to pay the Marine Corp because they are their "welfare kids".
We were asked to go around the room and give our name, what our background is and if we have any military service. Most of you are aware that my dad is retired Marine Corp and my husband served in the Army for several years. Military life is not for everyone because it consumes your life but the military says if they wanted you to have a wife they would issue you one. I am a firm believer that if you are a family member (especially a spouse) of someone in the military then you are military too.
So, as we went around the room introducing ourselves several of the people explained how many years they served and which service they were in. I was not going to deny being a part of the military life! When my turn came around I said my name, what my background is and explained that "I am a government issued daughter to the Marine Corp and a government issued wife to the Army". Needless to say, the ones who were in the military and heard the old adage all smiled and nodded.
Okay, so some of you know that back in April I started a new job with the city. I really liked that job but I felt like I was getting paid a pretty penny and not doing enough for it. Previous to getting that position I had applied for a State position with the Department of Corrections (DOC). They had a Program Officer open for the prisoner re-entry program. I applied and then the hiring freeze came out. Then they lifted the freeze long enough that I was able to interview then the freeze was put back on. Well, at the end of June I got a letter informing me that they had selected me for the postion. I started with the DOC on July 14th. I LOVE my job! I am always busy and I have a ton of interaction with the inmates and out in the community.
Anyway, I have to attend 2 weeks worth of correctional officer training (the officers go through 8 weeks total) so I can learn the basics of inmate society and how to function inside without being compromised. Compromised would be inadverdently doing favors for the inmates like delivering notes, calling family members, becoming to to friendly, stuff like that. It seems a simple thing but when you are in that environment you realize how easy it is because you are used to dealing with persons on a basic human level but in the prison you have to act in a manner where you have to assume everyone is lying to you or that they are trying to use you for something. It doesn't sound like a great place but hey, I worked for a section of the DMV that prepared me well for this job :~) As Deborah says, "I digress".
There are about 40 or so of us in this class with all but about 4 of us as correction officers or some other type of law enforcement. About a 3rd of those are military. Two of our instructors are retired military with one being Marine Corp and the other being Navy. They had a friendly bantering back and forth about how the Navy has to pay the Marine Corp because they are their "welfare kids".
We were asked to go around the room and give our name, what our background is and if we have any military service. Most of you are aware that my dad is retired Marine Corp and my husband served in the Army for several years. Military life is not for everyone because it consumes your life but the military says if they wanted you to have a wife they would issue you one. I am a firm believer that if you are a family member (especially a spouse) of someone in the military then you are military too.
So, as we went around the room introducing ourselves several of the people explained how many years they served and which service they were in. I was not going to deny being a part of the military life! When my turn came around I said my name, what my background is and explained that "I am a government issued daughter to the Marine Corp and a government issued wife to the Army". Needless to say, the ones who were in the military and heard the old adage all smiled and nodded.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
New "Stretchers"
Yesterday Eric and I got up early and went shopping at Walmart. Okay, let me rephrase, yesterday Eric got up really, really early and started to make all kinds of noise so I finally got up around 6:30 and decided to take Eric shopping in order to give daddy some sleep time. Out to Walmart we headed at around 7 in the morning because Eric needed a few things like bigger chonies, sock and shoes.
We looked around at all the shoes including Cars, Spiderman, Hulk, Firetrucks and other really cool shoes. Eric passed all of them up and kept saying he needed "stretchers" so he could run faster. I had no idea what "stretchers" were so I just kept picking different shoes to show him. You would think that by now I would be very used to getting indulgent "you're so cute mom" looks from my 4 year olds over the years but I think it is something you never get used to. Finally, I pick up a plain pair of shoes that are white, black and limce green on top and have some green jell like substance in th sole of the shoe followed by a black sole along with black, white and green shoelaces. No charactors of any kind on the shoes. No velcro.
Ah, Success!!! "Mommy, you found my stretchers! Now I can run faster and faster!". "Are you sure buddy? Are you sure you don't want Cars or Spiderman?" I ask. Then I think about what I am saying and realize that not only are these on sale for about 3 or 4 dollars less than the other shoes, they also have shoelaces so we can teach him how to tie. So, with a long suffuring sigh I give in and we get his "stretchers".
We come home and daddy is up (actually daddy was up before we left but we didn't tell Eric that because daddy had a lot of work to do) and Eric shoes him all of his new stuff. Then Eric wants to walk to Aunt Deana's house and show her the new shoes and his new Wall*E dinnerware set he just got. About this time Maura and Juliet show up because we are all supposed to go to Costco for the boofay. Juliet got a new dinnerware set too that has princesses all over them so she wants to show Aunt Deana too. We get there and Juliet and Eric start running all over the back yard. Eric want to show Aunt Deana and Uncle Scott how faster and faster he can go now.
After about 10 minutes it is time to come home. We are walking back home and Eric is telling Juliet that they need to run. So off they go. Eric is running faster because he has "stretchers" on. All of a sudden he biffs it right in front of the house! We have a little meltdown because there is actually blood on not only one knee, but on both knees! After he calms down a little he his pacified by the knowledge that his "stretchers" are very fast, even faster than he is apparently and that is why he fell. He is going to practice his running so he can run as fast as his "stretchers" do.
In case you haven't figured it out (it took me a while) his "stretchers" are supposed to be Sketchers shoes. Apparently one of the boys at daycare has Sketchers and has convinced Eric that he runs fast because of his Sketchers. Ah, the joy of advertising media on our youth. :~)
Love
We looked around at all the shoes including Cars, Spiderman, Hulk, Firetrucks and other really cool shoes. Eric passed all of them up and kept saying he needed "stretchers" so he could run faster. I had no idea what "stretchers" were so I just kept picking different shoes to show him. You would think that by now I would be very used to getting indulgent "you're so cute mom" looks from my 4 year olds over the years but I think it is something you never get used to. Finally, I pick up a plain pair of shoes that are white, black and limce green on top and have some green jell like substance in th sole of the shoe followed by a black sole along with black, white and green shoelaces. No charactors of any kind on the shoes. No velcro.
Ah, Success!!! "Mommy, you found my stretchers! Now I can run faster and faster!". "Are you sure buddy? Are you sure you don't want Cars or Spiderman?" I ask. Then I think about what I am saying and realize that not only are these on sale for about 3 or 4 dollars less than the other shoes, they also have shoelaces so we can teach him how to tie. So, with a long suffuring sigh I give in and we get his "stretchers".
We come home and daddy is up (actually daddy was up before we left but we didn't tell Eric that because daddy had a lot of work to do) and Eric shoes him all of his new stuff. Then Eric wants to walk to Aunt Deana's house and show her the new shoes and his new Wall*E dinnerware set he just got. About this time Maura and Juliet show up because we are all supposed to go to Costco for the boofay. Juliet got a new dinnerware set too that has princesses all over them so she wants to show Aunt Deana too. We get there and Juliet and Eric start running all over the back yard. Eric want to show Aunt Deana and Uncle Scott how faster and faster he can go now.
After about 10 minutes it is time to come home. We are walking back home and Eric is telling Juliet that they need to run. So off they go. Eric is running faster because he has "stretchers" on. All of a sudden he biffs it right in front of the house! We have a little meltdown because there is actually blood on not only one knee, but on both knees! After he calms down a little he his pacified by the knowledge that his "stretchers" are very fast, even faster than he is apparently and that is why he fell. He is going to practice his running so he can run as fast as his "stretchers" do.
In case you haven't figured it out (it took me a while) his "stretchers" are supposed to be Sketchers shoes. Apparently one of the boys at daycare has Sketchers and has convinced Eric that he runs fast because of his Sketchers. Ah, the joy of advertising media on our youth. :~)
Love
Sunday, May 11, 2008
A 4-year old's Mother's Day gift
We just got home from church and Eric is just chomping at the bit to give me one of my mother's day gift that he made in Sunbeams at church. He hands me a little folded box made from paper and then stood anxiosly by my side while I opened it. I sat down in the chair and laid the paper box on the desk, then carefully undid the fastening flaps so I would not rip the box.
I opened to box, the flaps and folds laid out flat on the desk and there sitting in the middle were 10 Hershey's kisses and a half eated potato chip. He looked at the booty for a minute, says "Hey, that's my chip", snatches it up and pops it in his mouth. As soon as he is done he looks at me and says "Happy Mother's day mommy, do you like your present?". Marina and I were laughing so hard! I would have to say that it just might be one of the best Mother's Day presents I will probably ever receive from him. What a memory!
I opened to box, the flaps and folds laid out flat on the desk and there sitting in the middle were 10 Hershey's kisses and a half eated potato chip. He looked at the booty for a minute, says "Hey, that's my chip", snatches it up and pops it in his mouth. As soon as he is done he looks at me and says "Happy Mother's day mommy, do you like your present?". Marina and I were laughing so hard! I would have to say that it just might be one of the best Mother's Day presents I will probably ever receive from him. What a memory!
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Mother's Day is not just for Moms
Happy Mothers day to all of you! "All of you" you might ask. Yes, to all of you no matter what age and what gender, if you have ever had the opportunity to "mother" another soul. "Mothering" is not about giving birth or even adopting a child.
If you ask anyone what the word "mother" means to them you might get responses such as: loving, feeds me, tucks me in, sings to me, buys my clothes, is there when I need her, listens to me, prays with me, urges me to do the best I can, enjoys my company, is someone I can count on, loves me unconditionally no matter what I do or say, teaches me things, tends to me when I am sick, etc....get the picture?
I say that you if you have ever had the opportunity to be influential in shaping another's life whether it is as a mother, sister, brother, father, friend, teacher, babysitter, aunt, uncle, grandparent, or anything else.....HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!!
If you ask anyone what the word "mother" means to them you might get responses such as: loving, feeds me, tucks me in, sings to me, buys my clothes, is there when I need her, listens to me, prays with me, urges me to do the best I can, enjoys my company, is someone I can count on, loves me unconditionally no matter what I do or say, teaches me things, tends to me when I am sick, etc....get the picture?
I say that you if you have ever had the opportunity to be influential in shaping another's life whether it is as a mother, sister, brother, father, friend, teacher, babysitter, aunt, uncle, grandparent, or anything else.....HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Silent Killer
Okay, so how many times do we read something about identifying "warning signs" regarding our health and think to ourselves, "wow, I need to remember that in case it ever happens to me"? I know I do. I always think to myself that I will know if I am having a heart attack or something like that because I know what the signs are. After all, I am a very intelligent woman!
So, for the last two months or so I have been really bummed because I have started going through the change of life. I am only 44 but I had THE surgery when I was 29 and the doctor told me not to be too surprised if I started the change in about 10 years. I figured that I lucked our and got 15 years. I have been complaining to Orey that I have been having a lot of migraines lately (menopause), nightly sweats (menopause), eyesight problems (menopause), weight gain (menopause), irritability (menopause -wink, wink), forgetfulness (menopause) and really tired a lot (menopause). Amazing! full blown menopause. Orey keeps telling me to see the doctor but who wants to pay someone to tell you that your body is aging?
I started my new job last week and figured the stress of the last couple of weeks and the new job were causing my migraines to increase. I have been living off of Excedrine Migraine because it is the only thing that helps. Thank goodness for Excedrine with asparine. As a matter of fact, I had the weirdest migraine. Orey and I were in Reno and I was driving (of course). While we were sitting at the light I was watching these cars go by. All of a sudden the cars had this black shadow following them. It was like the old TV shows like the Ed Sullivan shows that are in black and white and sometimes have the shadow/aura thing when the people move around on the set. Anyway, that happened but what was odd is that I felt fine and did not have a headache.
The day before yesterday I was at work and I felt kind of bad. Sort of like when you hang upside down on the monkey bars and all the blood rushed to your head. I work in an area where the public health clinic is so I went over to see if they would take my blood pressure. When I got over there I felt stupid so I went back to my side of the building. Yesterday morning I felt a bit better but it still was not comfortable so I went back over. My blood pressure was really high. She wanted me to go to Urgent Care. I called my doctor instead. Apparently, he did not get the message because he didn't call back. This morning I went back over and the pressure was better but still high. I called my doctor to get a water pill that I used to be on that is also used for high blood pressure. They insisted that I come in. I tell you what, I was really put out about the intrusion of my time!!
My appt time rolled around and I went in. I was even strong enough to carry in that chip which was sitting on my shoulder that reminded me that this was an imposition. I can tell you that I did NOT own my hotel for about an hour or so today! They took my blood pressure and took it again. Uh oh. She told me that she was putting my on two different medications and we will go from there. While she was explaining things to me I could see her talking to me but I could not concentrate on what she was saying. I asked her to repeat. She looked at me and asked if I was okay. I asked her to take my pressure again because I did not feel right. She took my pressure, started shoveling medication into me and then did 2 EKG's on me. Weird. Once we got things under control I asked what was going on and if the menopause was effecting my BP beause usually I have low blood pressure. She said that a lot of women will blame their symptoms on menopause when in fact they are gearing up to have a stroke. Then she proceeded to mention, are you ready for this-headaches, night sweats, vision change, weight change, irritability, forgetfulness or trouble remembering things, tiredness and a few other things. You could have picked my jaw up off the floor. I told her about the incident in Reno while I was driving. She said that was my blood pressure. I told her "yeah, but I felt really good". She said that my blood pressure was dangerously high and that is why my eyesight was doing that. Then she said "That is why it is called the Silent Killer because you do not always recognize the symptoms".
For all you loved ones in my life, don't ever take changes in your body as normal. They might be or they might be trying to let you know something serious is going on. Remember how I said that I did not want to pay someone to tell me that I am getting old? Now I do not mind. At least I am still alive to grow old. I just find it amazing that the Silent Killer was really screaming at me and I didn't even hear it!
Love to you all!
So, for the last two months or so I have been really bummed because I have started going through the change of life. I am only 44 but I had THE surgery when I was 29 and the doctor told me not to be too surprised if I started the change in about 10 years. I figured that I lucked our and got 15 years. I have been complaining to Orey that I have been having a lot of migraines lately (menopause), nightly sweats (menopause), eyesight problems (menopause), weight gain (menopause), irritability (menopause -wink, wink), forgetfulness (menopause) and really tired a lot (menopause). Amazing! full blown menopause. Orey keeps telling me to see the doctor but who wants to pay someone to tell you that your body is aging?
I started my new job last week and figured the stress of the last couple of weeks and the new job were causing my migraines to increase. I have been living off of Excedrine Migraine because it is the only thing that helps. Thank goodness for Excedrine with asparine. As a matter of fact, I had the weirdest migraine. Orey and I were in Reno and I was driving (of course). While we were sitting at the light I was watching these cars go by. All of a sudden the cars had this black shadow following them. It was like the old TV shows like the Ed Sullivan shows that are in black and white and sometimes have the shadow/aura thing when the people move around on the set. Anyway, that happened but what was odd is that I felt fine and did not have a headache.
The day before yesterday I was at work and I felt kind of bad. Sort of like when you hang upside down on the monkey bars and all the blood rushed to your head. I work in an area where the public health clinic is so I went over to see if they would take my blood pressure. When I got over there I felt stupid so I went back to my side of the building. Yesterday morning I felt a bit better but it still was not comfortable so I went back over. My blood pressure was really high. She wanted me to go to Urgent Care. I called my doctor instead. Apparently, he did not get the message because he didn't call back. This morning I went back over and the pressure was better but still high. I called my doctor to get a water pill that I used to be on that is also used for high blood pressure. They insisted that I come in. I tell you what, I was really put out about the intrusion of my time!!
My appt time rolled around and I went in. I was even strong enough to carry in that chip which was sitting on my shoulder that reminded me that this was an imposition. I can tell you that I did NOT own my hotel for about an hour or so today! They took my blood pressure and took it again. Uh oh. She told me that she was putting my on two different medications and we will go from there. While she was explaining things to me I could see her talking to me but I could not concentrate on what she was saying. I asked her to repeat. She looked at me and asked if I was okay. I asked her to take my pressure again because I did not feel right. She took my pressure, started shoveling medication into me and then did 2 EKG's on me. Weird. Once we got things under control I asked what was going on and if the menopause was effecting my BP beause usually I have low blood pressure. She said that a lot of women will blame their symptoms on menopause when in fact they are gearing up to have a stroke. Then she proceeded to mention, are you ready for this-headaches, night sweats, vision change, weight change, irritability, forgetfulness or trouble remembering things, tiredness and a few other things. You could have picked my jaw up off the floor. I told her about the incident in Reno while I was driving. She said that was my blood pressure. I told her "yeah, but I felt really good". She said that my blood pressure was dangerously high and that is why my eyesight was doing that. Then she said "That is why it is called the Silent Killer because you do not always recognize the symptoms".
For all you loved ones in my life, don't ever take changes in your body as normal. They might be or they might be trying to let you know something serious is going on. Remember how I said that I did not want to pay someone to tell me that I am getting old? Now I do not mind. At least I am still alive to grow old. I just find it amazing that the Silent Killer was really screaming at me and I didn't even hear it!
Love to you all!
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Who Owns the Hotel?
Okay, for those of you who have known me for a billion years will know what I am talking about when I say that I used to be able to hold a grudge like nobody's business! I could not only hold it but I would nurture it, frame it, place it in a prominent place within my inner being. I would give it a forefront place so that I could access it at any moment and use it to rekindle or fuel any feeling of animosity or feelings of revenge for any action against me whether real or perceived. It's what I thrived on.
One day about 10 or 11 years ago I had to attend one of those boring classes that my work made me go to. I slugged along and decided that as long as I was trapped in the room and since I was late (there's a surprise) and had to sit up front, I might as well pay attention to what was being taught.
The speaker asked me who owned my hotel. Owned my hotel?! Did I own a hotel? Did some rich relative I did not know play kick the can with a bucket and leave me a hotel? No, nothing so grand as that (owning the hotel, not kicking the bucket).
I screwed my courage up and asked the speaker if I owned a hotel. He said "I don't know. Everyone has the potention to own their hotel!" and then proceeded to explain.
We each have ownership of a hotel. Most of the time it is a residential hotel, and most of the time we allow all kinds of miscreants to take up residence for an extended period of time. We oblige our guests by offering them the best and cushiest accomodations available. We feed them constantly to make sure they are healthy and strong. We have them in a place of honor and proudly show them off to whomever will allow us to. It seems like we never have a shortage of people who want to meet our guest. All in all, we treat them to the best of what we have! They in return, keep our hotel in disarray, keep us from our true goals, never stop feeding off of our generosity, never go away, intentionally hurt us and others, make us paranoid, and all around keep our hotel in filth.
Then the speaker asked us, if this was your hotel, would you allow these guest to remain? All of us gave a resounding "NO!". He said "really? Because this is what happens when you do not let go of past issues and wrongs done to you. These are your guests". Then he challenged us by asking "Who owns the hotel? Do you own it or do you just have ownership of it? Who are you going to let check in? Someone you like and want to spend time with or the miscreants who live there now?".
Now, I always ask myself if I own the hotel and I only let in the ones I want to enjoy and make me feel good. I have evicted all the ones who have no respect for me or my hotel! I really like spending time in my hotel. That's not to say occasionally some miscreant takes up residence for a short time but as soon as I realize it's not in my best interest I kick them out! Management has the right to refuse service to anyone. I have that right because I OWN THE HOTEL!
Marina the mom
One day about 10 or 11 years ago I had to attend one of those boring classes that my work made me go to. I slugged along and decided that as long as I was trapped in the room and since I was late (there's a surprise) and had to sit up front, I might as well pay attention to what was being taught.
The speaker asked me who owned my hotel. Owned my hotel?! Did I own a hotel? Did some rich relative I did not know play kick the can with a bucket and leave me a hotel? No, nothing so grand as that (owning the hotel, not kicking the bucket).
I screwed my courage up and asked the speaker if I owned a hotel. He said "I don't know. Everyone has the potention to own their hotel!" and then proceeded to explain.
We each have ownership of a hotel. Most of the time it is a residential hotel, and most of the time we allow all kinds of miscreants to take up residence for an extended period of time. We oblige our guests by offering them the best and cushiest accomodations available. We feed them constantly to make sure they are healthy and strong. We have them in a place of honor and proudly show them off to whomever will allow us to. It seems like we never have a shortage of people who want to meet our guest. All in all, we treat them to the best of what we have! They in return, keep our hotel in disarray, keep us from our true goals, never stop feeding off of our generosity, never go away, intentionally hurt us and others, make us paranoid, and all around keep our hotel in filth.
Then the speaker asked us, if this was your hotel, would you allow these guest to remain? All of us gave a resounding "NO!". He said "really? Because this is what happens when you do not let go of past issues and wrongs done to you. These are your guests". Then he challenged us by asking "Who owns the hotel? Do you own it or do you just have ownership of it? Who are you going to let check in? Someone you like and want to spend time with or the miscreants who live there now?".
Now, I always ask myself if I own the hotel and I only let in the ones I want to enjoy and make me feel good. I have evicted all the ones who have no respect for me or my hotel! I really like spending time in my hotel. That's not to say occasionally some miscreant takes up residence for a short time but as soon as I realize it's not in my best interest I kick them out! Management has the right to refuse service to anyone. I have that right because I OWN THE HOTEL!
Marina the mom
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Things aren't always as they seem...
Marina and I had the opportunity the other night to go to Reno to watch a DCI (Drum Corp International) performance. On the way home we had to stop at the store to get an item. For whatever reason, I felt it necessary to come all the way in to town and go to the local Safeway instead of something closer like Wal-Mart or Save-Mart. It was about 10:30pm. We drove past the parking lot to Winnie Lane and turned in. It's like making a big U-turn. As we were driving in we slowed down because there was a woman in the middle of the lane. She was weaving when she walked, her pants were all dirty like she had fallen on the street and she had wet herself. As I passed her, Marina made the comment about the lady being drunk. I parked the car and started walking towards this lady. I told Marina that I just have a feeling that this is one of the times that things aren't always as they seem. I called out to the lady and asked "Are you okay?". She stopped and looked at us and said "No, I was just beaten up and raped, I am really confused right now".
I called 911 and Marina chatted with her while I was on the phone. She seemed unable to focus on things except for the accordian folder she had in her hands. She kept trying to hand us her folder and at the same time telling us it was her medical history and what medications she was taking. She also kept saying her name, her social security, her address, and her mother's phone number. She also mentioned (and we could see it) that she had advanced sclerederma (that is a tightening of her skin on her body). She kept putting her poor, twisted hands which were missing parts of the fingers out to us and telling us she was sooo scared that her hands were freezing. I took her hand in mine and tried to gently warm them. She looked at me and said, I want you to know that I am not contagious it is just my disease. I told her I knew that but it would not have mattered anyway. She started to cry.
After a few minutes the police officer came and he took over. Marina and I went into the store when the paramedics showed up. We came out about 10 minutes later and they were still there. The paramedics were trying to get her in the ambulance thingy. Poor Catherine was not budging and was becoming difficult. I looked at her and she had the cornered animal look because there were 4 men standing in a semi-circle trying to coax her and becoming stern with her. I called to her and then stepped forward (I didn't want to surprise the authorities by just walking up because that could be a really bad thing). I took her hands in mine and talked to her and gently pulled her towards the gurney thing they had pulled out for her. Once they got her strapped in and all I knew she was in good hands and Marina and I left.
On the way home Marina shared something with me. She was concerned for Catherine and she was grateful that we had stopped to help. She told me Catherine was trained well. I was confused and asked her what she meant by that comment. Marina commented on the fact that she had all her records with her and Catherine kept repeating her information. I was still confused. So then Marina explained to me that she discovered since working with the mentally challenged children these last two years, they are taught to always carry their medical records and medication or medication information with them. If they are lost or in trouble they are to find someone and tell them their name, address, and a telephone number to call. I didn't have a clue, but Marina knew that we were caring for a mentally challenged woman. Again, how grateful I am that we went that way.
I stopped for a couple of reasons, one is because it was the right thing to do, and two is because I have a huge debt to pay for a good Samaritan who helped my daughter in a time of need. I could not walk away knowing that Shirleen did not walk away or keep driving when she saw some random teenage girl standing on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere (referring to Rebekah's rollover recently). So, does this mean that I have settled my debt and "we're even" now? Not in a million years! After all, aren't we all our brother's keeper?
I called 911 and Marina chatted with her while I was on the phone. She seemed unable to focus on things except for the accordian folder she had in her hands. She kept trying to hand us her folder and at the same time telling us it was her medical history and what medications she was taking. She also kept saying her name, her social security, her address, and her mother's phone number. She also mentioned (and we could see it) that she had advanced sclerederma (that is a tightening of her skin on her body). She kept putting her poor, twisted hands which were missing parts of the fingers out to us and telling us she was sooo scared that her hands were freezing. I took her hand in mine and tried to gently warm them. She looked at me and said, I want you to know that I am not contagious it is just my disease. I told her I knew that but it would not have mattered anyway. She started to cry.
After a few minutes the police officer came and he took over. Marina and I went into the store when the paramedics showed up. We came out about 10 minutes later and they were still there. The paramedics were trying to get her in the ambulance thingy. Poor Catherine was not budging and was becoming difficult. I looked at her and she had the cornered animal look because there were 4 men standing in a semi-circle trying to coax her and becoming stern with her. I called to her and then stepped forward (I didn't want to surprise the authorities by just walking up because that could be a really bad thing). I took her hands in mine and talked to her and gently pulled her towards the gurney thing they had pulled out for her. Once they got her strapped in and all I knew she was in good hands and Marina and I left.
On the way home Marina shared something with me. She was concerned for Catherine and she was grateful that we had stopped to help. She told me Catherine was trained well. I was confused and asked her what she meant by that comment. Marina commented on the fact that she had all her records with her and Catherine kept repeating her information. I was still confused. So then Marina explained to me that she discovered since working with the mentally challenged children these last two years, they are taught to always carry their medical records and medication or medication information with them. If they are lost or in trouble they are to find someone and tell them their name, address, and a telephone number to call. I didn't have a clue, but Marina knew that we were caring for a mentally challenged woman. Again, how grateful I am that we went that way.
I stopped for a couple of reasons, one is because it was the right thing to do, and two is because I have a huge debt to pay for a good Samaritan who helped my daughter in a time of need. I could not walk away knowing that Shirleen did not walk away or keep driving when she saw some random teenage girl standing on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere (referring to Rebekah's rollover recently). So, does this mean that I have settled my debt and "we're even" now? Not in a million years! After all, aren't we all our brother's keeper?
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Change anyone?
So, most everyone knows that Eric is 4 years old. He really is a thinker and likes to reason things out. As most 4 year olds, one of his most favorite words is "why?'. So, slong with this huge desire to know everything around him also comes the 4 year old perception of what things are.
Eric has a few little piggy banks that he fills with change that he finds around the house or out in the car or wherever. Sometime we drop coins just so he will have the opportunity to find them. I guess it pays to be short. Well, Eric is a man that likes to know what he is worth at any given time and likes others to know too so he will randomly bring out his money and ask if you would like to see it.
The other day Marina and Orey were standing in the living room when Eric came in and asked his daddy if he would like to see his nickels. Orey said "Sure buddy". So Eric reaches down like he is going to pull them out of his pockets but instead lifts up his shirt and says "See daddy, there's my nickels". Orey looked at him and said "those are called nipples and we don't go around showing them to people".
Does any one have any spare change I can have? :~)
Eric has a few little piggy banks that he fills with change that he finds around the house or out in the car or wherever. Sometime we drop coins just so he will have the opportunity to find them. I guess it pays to be short. Well, Eric is a man that likes to know what he is worth at any given time and likes others to know too so he will randomly bring out his money and ask if you would like to see it.
The other day Marina and Orey were standing in the living room when Eric came in and asked his daddy if he would like to see his nickels. Orey said "Sure buddy". So Eric reaches down like he is going to pull them out of his pockets but instead lifts up his shirt and says "See daddy, there's my nickels". Orey looked at him and said "those are called nipples and we don't go around showing them to people".
Does any one have any spare change I can have? :~)
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
The origins of the cool bathtub
So, you might ask yourself about the title of my blog (or "blogger" if you are my mom). It might go something like this in your head " Hey, 'Cool like a bathtub' is a weird name for a title. I wonder where that came from." Well, funny you should ask and convenient that I am here to tell you :~)
Orey, Marina, Eric and I were driving back from Las Vegas this last Sunday. Eric and Marina were in the back seat and Eric showed something to Marina. She says "Ooh, that is really cool buddy!" He says" Cool is liiiike um.....cool is like bathtub.......cool is like outside." Marina looks at him as he is trying to come up with other comparisons and tells him "okay buddy I got it". So, a few minutes later he shows her something else, she thinks to herself that she is not going to fall into that trap again so she says "Awesome buddy!" Eric looks at her and says "Awesome is liiiike cool....... cool is liiiike bathtub......"
Love you all!
Marina the Mom
Orey, Marina, Eric and I were driving back from Las Vegas this last Sunday. Eric and Marina were in the back seat and Eric showed something to Marina. She says "Ooh, that is really cool buddy!" He says" Cool is liiiike um.....cool is like bathtub.......cool is like outside." Marina looks at him as he is trying to come up with other comparisons and tells him "okay buddy I got it". So, a few minutes later he shows her something else, she thinks to herself that she is not going to fall into that trap again so she says "Awesome buddy!" Eric looks at her and says "Awesome is liiiike cool....... cool is liiiike bathtub......"
Love you all!
Marina the Mom
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