Friday, October 24, 2008

WHAT!?!?!?!?!

This is how I looked like about 2 hours ago! Well not so much like Kramer, more like me but the expression was just like that. Why you ask??? Well it all started just a bit after lunch. I had eaten a nice grilled chicken burger with onion rings and a large coke from What-A-Burger. All right, I had lunch. So then I start to feel sleepy. Ok so you may tell me..."I always feel tired after eating, whats the big deal." Well I was feeling CRAZY TIRED, SLEEPY, LIKE I JUST HAD TO SLEEP OR I WOULD DIE SLEEPY and I think to myslef...WTF!!! (sorry for the cuss) So I had a "duh"moment and I said to myself "SELF...check your damn blood sugars!" Ok so I mosey on over to the kitchen and check it...and my sugars are over 230!!!!!!! OMG!?!?!?!?!?! I HAVE NEVER HAD MY SUGARS GO OVER 160!!!! I freak out so know what I start to do, RUN! RUN MY ASS OFF AROUND THE HOUSE!!! RUN WOMAN RUN!!! GET THEM SUGARS DOWN GIRL RUN YOUR ASS OFF!!!! So I run...I run and run and run and run...then i stop and then I JUMP JACKS, jump jacks jump jacks!!! I did that for about 5 min because I ran out of time. I had to go pick up the girls...so Im worried, now I see how evil the COKE is and the ONION RINGS aaaccckkk...!!!! Im falling apart! I need to seriously loose weight and Its gonna be hard for me to give up soda but soda I MUST give up and take up drinking WATER! I bought myself some GLUCERNA. Its supposed to help your sugar levels...stay level and level out. So off to my water I go and please PLEASE keep them sugars in check! CHECK CHECK CHECK! ok...well Im off to take Jesykah to ballet class.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

What for...I don't count...so why bother???

I'm sure some of you have said to yourself this, during election week. Ok so this is more for my women readers than my male readers. Men you have had the privilege of voting since the U.S. inception. Women have only had that right since 1920. Most of us still have grandparents who were alive during those years when their opinions were probably laughed at by men. So women, what's the deal? Those of you who wont go and vote...why wont you? You don't have time? You have your kids with you? I have other things to do? Well I didn't know this little tid bit of history and now I'm telling this story to you. I read this just a little while ago on cafemom.com.

"This is the story of our Grandmothers and Great Grandmothers, as they lived only 90 yrs ago. Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote. The women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailed nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking for the vote. And by the end of the night, they were barely alive.

Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of 'obstructing sidewalk traffic'. They beat Lucy Burn, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air. They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashing her head against an iron bed and knocking her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thinking Lewis was dead, suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women. Thus unfolded the 'Night of Terror' on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote. For weeks, the women's only water came from on open pail. Their food -- all of it colorless slop -- was infested with worms. When of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her ot a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks, until word was smuggled out to the press.

So refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because -- why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to work? Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining?

It is jarring to [know] Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institionalized. And it is inspiring to [know ] the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy. The doctor admonished the men: 'Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.' ..... History is being made"

So what is your excuse again? Dont have time??? MAKE IT!, Have kids? TAKE THEM WITH YOU OR FIND A BABYSITTER FOR AN HOUR! The point is women, ladies...MAKE YOUR VOTE COUNT!!! It DOES count!!! Do it for the women in the story. I mean make a conscious decision, I DONT GIVE A DAMN WHO YOU VOTE FOR JUST FREAKING VOTE! I hope I see you at the polls.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Is it election year???

It must be...hahaha.  Last night Marty, the girls and I were going to Wal-Mart for some grocery shopping.  Now, a couple of months ago, we traded up for a bigger car than our little Mini-Van.  I mean, I loved my van, but it was getting older, the girls are getting bigger, therefore the van was amazingly getting SMALLER!!!  So we went for the big gun of trucks...A SURBURBAN!!!!  I mean we got the looks, we got the comments, we got it all..the "WHY A SURBURBAN...GAS PRICES ARE HIGH, YOU WILL BE SPENDING SO MUCH MONEY!"  We knew that, but our sanity is more important and worth more than worrying about what or how much the gas price is at that moment.  Crazy, yeah, but sometimes, you have to sort out your priorities and well you know...I love my kids...I want to keep them...hehehe..I dont want to send them of to military school, or a convent so I can keep my sanity, well Marty and I's sanity, but mostly mine.  I mean I am the one who is with them more often than not!

So..back to the subject at hand. So we were driving last night for our hunting excursion...FOOD!  As we drive down the road, we see the "GAS PRICE WARS!!!"  on the left side of the street gas prices were, not sure if they are still, at 2.65-2.69, on the right side of the road all you see is the same price through out...2.35!  We noticed this.  I mean, we are penny savvy, sort to speak, we have four girls and we have to make every penny stretch.  Then we are wondering why on earth are people fueling up at the most expensive gas station when just across the street the price is almost if not over .30 cents CHEAPER!  I mean it might not be much to most but hey for a tank that holds about 20 gallons or more...IT ADDS UP!  Then we realized that we haven't seen gas prices this low in over 3 years. Heck when we got out of the military gas prices were already going to hit 2.50 and at that time, WHOA...the scandal...the price is to much.  Now we look at the 2.35 price and we think...HEY THATS CHEAP!!  OmG...I mean oil companies are playing with our brains.  Now I sound like my PARENTS..."Ohh girls I remember! when gas was .50, .75, .80 a gallon!!!"  YIKES...SOME ONE SLAP ME!  Well so Yeah..its election year.  Both parties will try to take credit as to why the prices are now low.  Both parties will say that it was them, their influence to have gas prices go down.  Just remember...it will not stay like this, Im sure of it.  New prez comes in...and it will all go up again. Well maybe with this economy ... we might not have money to drive our cars anymore.  I tell ya...leave GOD out of it take him out of everything...IT ALL GOES TO CRAP!

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Mystery Diagnosis????

Im a little bummed out right now! More worried actually. Never has my oldest daughter had such a health problem that has caused her to missed nearly a weeks worth of school. She was born a bit premature. Her birthday was supposed to be on or around Sept. 15. She was born Aug. 23. She weighed in at 5.4, in today's terms a bit under weight. Delivery was a bit bothersome, it was going fine until her heart rate dropped so low that I had an emergency c-section. She did have to stay at the hospital almost a week after she was born. She had jaundice. She came out looking like a racoon...they put this little mask over her eyes so she could "bake" under the "tanning bed" for a week! After that it was smooth sailing. Until about she was 7 yrs old. She started to complain about tummy pains. Ok..now Im going to get into very descriptive details. She always said she felt constipated. However she went well, almost daily if not 2 times a day. They gave her miralax and told me to give her 2 tablespoons of mineral oil a day until it went through and soaked her panties. I did...but it didnt make a difference. She was still going well, 2 times a day at least, still had tummy problems and then just one day...no more problems. Fast forward to today, sometime in August she ended up getting a high fever, diarrhea, and severe headaches. NOTHING helped her with her headaches and her fever. She was throwing up so bad, it looked like her intestines might have come out! She was also shaking uncontrollably. The docs thought she might have appendicitis...so OFF to the hospital we go. Well all they did was take blood and give her a bag of IV and sent us on our merry way. She still had a fever when we left, she still had headaches. That lasted for about a week. So now...she is in bed with a headache. No fever, thank GOD, no vomiting, no diarrhea. There really is not triggers for her headache. She just gets them. She dosnt have them all day long, shes fine off and on. She will get severe pain, and I can tell because her face is solemn, she looks very sad. She then curls up like a baby puts her head under her pillow and 5-10 min. later shes up again and fine...and it will happen again later on 5-10-30- or hours later. There is no pattern to the head pains...there doesnt seem to be a trigger. However she lies down and it goes away FAST...then she says that when she gets back up a couple of min. later it starts to hurt again. The doc said she had abdominal migraines, but when I looked it up the word anorexia came up with this. She is not anorexic. So now we have a mystery illness, a little girl in pain and a mother worried and confused as to what to do next.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

I think I am...am I?

As a parent...as I’m sure most of you are, sometimes we wonder if we are doing a good job raising our kids. Sometimes they give you green hair syndrome, as I call it, where you just want to tear out all your hair because it seems like your talking to a thick brick wall! Then every now and then, they give you glimmer's of hope, that something is, most definitely, without a doubt, getting in...they are listening.

This morning, for me, was one of those morning. Rebekah, who is at home because she is suffering from migraines, went with me to take her younger sisters some breakfast. Apparently, according to my husband, they didn't make it on time for the school's breakfast. Yeah, we were running late, what's new? So I go to Stripes, and pick up a box of Krispy Creams, 3 chocolate milks and take it to them. As we were coming back, we saw a really ugly, but cute in its own way, dog prancing down the street of our neighborhood. It looked like the dog from 'Lady and the Tramp' you know the female dog who starts to sing "he's a tramp but I love him". It even has a pink collar and everything. My daughter was admiring the dog, she's an animal lover through and through, and then she perks straight up lets out a gasp and says "MOM THAT'S THE DOG IN THOSE 'LOST DOG' FLYERS!!!" No it wasn't the dog, but she kept on "you know they are offering a reward for that missing dog mom." I just let out a mmmhmmm. Then she said..."You know, if I found the dog and they asked me if I wanted the reward, I would smile and I would hug the person. That's my reward. I just want to see that person happy with its dog again." She just said it so matter of fact, like she was this little tiny adult sitting next to me. I wondered, why aren't more adults like that. I then recounted the story of her paternal granny. She lost her phone, the people who found it called Martin, my husband. He said "GREAT...THANK YOU!!! Meet me at this place" the people on the other line asked if there was a reward. Martin said "Yes...you get the sense of being a good person and doing a good deed." The people never showed up. Rebekah looked shocked and asked why they did that and of course I answered, "I don’t know, greedy I guess?"

So in that little time frame of maybe 30 minutes...I realized that my daughter is growing up, and she's growing up well, with a good head on her shoulders, with good morals and sense of compassion and what is right and wrong. She is also growing up with the lesson that any reward for any good deed done is not monetary value...its the compassion and kindness your soul and heart feel when that mission is accomplished. So yes...I AM, so far, doing a good job...and I'm glad! I hope my girls, when they grow up, continue to value human value over money.