Can you believe that Heath is 4 months old today?? WOW!! And oh goodness...WHAT a cutie!! And a chunk!! I think about 16 lbs!! That is what boob juice does for you...makes you grow BIG!!
I am still pumping for baby Heath. Actually, I am typing this one handed as we speak...with the pump whirring away beside me. I never really pumped with my 3 kids...Kayte did have bottles of breast milk when I would work evenings, and I think I had a manual pump...so by golly...this pump is a luxury by far!! I remember more of nursing Kayte than pumping. 18 months of nursing, to be exact!!
As far as pumping goes...I am still learning new things about it, pretty much daily!! I have learned thus far...
Mastitis is a bitch!! (Ask me!! I have had it twice and almost (thank goodness it didn't turn ugly) a third time!!)
Pumping is a lot harder (not harder really, just a little more time consuming and slightly stressful!!)than being pregnant!! Case in point...you can never just up and leave...you need to remember things...it's kind of like having a baby...just with ice attached!! :) It's like a juggling act...remember what you need, remembering when the last time you pumped was, and most importantly, remembering EVERYTHING you are taking with you...especially when you go on vacation!! Are you seeing a pattern going on here?? It's really ALL ABOUT REMEMBERING!! (We went to Disneyland on vacation, and what important item was accidentally left on the bed?? The breast pump charger!! And do you think that Radio Shack or a baby supply store sells the particular one I needed?? NOOOO!! By the way...does anyone need a BRAND NEW $379.99 Medela Freestyle pump? Only the charger was used for 1 week...the rest of it is brand spankin new!! I will make a great deal with you!!) But I digress!!
Let's see...what else is going on around here?
Ashlyn turned 18 (GASP!!) on November 2nd. She is researching some colleges and is planning on getting her license soon (crossing fingers here!!) She is going to take the SAT on December 5th, so please think really good, (SMART) thoughts for her that day!! Ashlyn is in the Rendezvous choir which is a early bird class...as well as she is in the play "White Christmas" which lately, practices are running until around 7-7:30pm...meaning she has been at school for 13 hours straight!! Perhaps we should just move a bed to the school!!
Michael is looking forward to getting his drivers permit on the day he turns 15. GOSH!! 2 drivers!! YIKES!! *hides under a chair!! Both Ashlyn and Michael are in the Master Choir at Oregon City High School. They all sound wonderful!!
Miss Kayte is doing well in school...she loves to learn new things. And it helps that her BFF is in the same class...
Kent has now been with Franz Bread for 2.5 months. Things are going really well for him...he gets to put on his competition hat a lot more now...and he loves that. He was gone a lot during Sept/Oct because of resets as well as seeing all of the stores. I am so thankful to be able to stay home so that while he is gone, the kids have someone here with them full time. (Thank you Kent for working SO hard for your family!!)
Hope all is well in everyone's world...
Monday, November 16, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Baby Heath made his arrival...
Most of you know by now that baby Heath made his arrival...he was born at 9:58pm on July 16th. He was 7lbs 0.5oz and 19" long.
A little background on why he was induced 2 weeks early.
If you have been reading my blog...you will know that there were a few times that my blood pressure was on the high side. When we went for a couple of our last visits to the midwives, the b/p was getting higher and higher and they don't like to see that in pregnant women. So, my midwife gave us 2 options. She said that we could elect to be induced now, or we could go back to the Dr's and be put on high blood pressure medicine and wait out the 2 weeks until the due date. We were all in agreement that we would rather be induced than to have to bow out of the midwives care and be placed once again into the Dr's care. Once the baby was born, then they (the Dr and midwife) would collaborate on a plan to see if I should then be placed on high blood pressure medicine.
We arrived at the hospital at 7am on July 16th and they immediately hooked us (I say us and not just me since there is more than just me involved!!) up to the pitocin and monitor. Ideally, I would have loved to just go into natural labor on my own, but many people told me not to mess around with blood pressure....so, inducing was the way to go. The nurse that we had, Kelly, was a wonderful nurse...very attentive to my needs, and very sweet. I feel like she didn't leave anyone person out of our conversations. Our usual midwife had hurt her hand while running (twice...poor thing) so she was out of commission for helping bring the baby into the world. But, we had Julia for our midwife, and she was very good as well.
Here we were...just waiting and waiting....I was having some contractions, but nothing terrible. I think around 1pm, the midwife came in and broke my water. She had tried earlier, but without success. I can't believe at how much water comes out when it gets broken!! It's kind of like the energizer bunny...it just kept going and going and going!!
I then started having some contractions that were stronger...really, I am not sure what time this was...but they were getting uncomfortable. I think around 7pm or so...is when it all started really happening. My contractions were very painful and I finally asked for an epidural. Julia checked my cervix at this time and said that we could still have an epidural..and we were dilated to about a 6. Tito came in( the anesthesiologist) and prepped me for the epidural. He was my saving grace as the contractions by this time were putting me in a place that I didn't want to go. I really tried to frame my mind around a mountain...and when I would have a contraction, I would (in my mind) try to climb the mountain...but it was just too much. So finally, the epidural was placed...and I got some relief. Julia checked me again and asked me if I could do some pushing?? WOW!! That was a quick change!! So the pushing began. By the way...Alissa, who was my regular midwife, came in on her day off and helped me get through the pain as well. Amazing!!
I don't recall how many pushes I did...I think about 8 or so...and Heath's head came out...followed by another push and then his shoulders came out. It was an amazing feeling for him to be born right into his Papa's arms!!
OK...so here is the part where I gush....HE IS SUCH A SWEET, SWEET, ADORABLE, GORGEOUS, WONDERFUL (shall I go on?) BABY!! Oh, and don't forget beautiful, and handsome!!!
The first night I could not get my mind to shut off....as is common when something major happens for me. So by morning, I was pretty much wiped out...J&T got their own room for a few hours so they could try to sleep. At around 4am, J came in a brought me Heath so that he could nurse. J&T came back into my room around 6:30am since the maternity ward needed that room for an induction. Making the story go a little faster now....
We ended up being discharged at around 6pm...so I went home to grab a bag and take a shower and then went to J&T's house for the week. I got to nurse Heath for the first 6 days (which was very rewarding for me)and now I am exclusively pumping for him. I have taken milk over to their house twice now...I don't know if I am producing enough, but I am trying!! They have a friend that is also breastfeeding her son, and she produces quite a bit of milk, so she is also pumping for Heath as well.
So...that is my birth story...kind of a condensed version...but none-the-less.
I want to say thank you so much to J&T for trusting me to carry their son these past 9 months. Words cannot express how I feel...
A little background on why he was induced 2 weeks early.
If you have been reading my blog...you will know that there were a few times that my blood pressure was on the high side. When we went for a couple of our last visits to the midwives, the b/p was getting higher and higher and they don't like to see that in pregnant women. So, my midwife gave us 2 options. She said that we could elect to be induced now, or we could go back to the Dr's and be put on high blood pressure medicine and wait out the 2 weeks until the due date. We were all in agreement that we would rather be induced than to have to bow out of the midwives care and be placed once again into the Dr's care. Once the baby was born, then they (the Dr and midwife) would collaborate on a plan to see if I should then be placed on high blood pressure medicine.
We arrived at the hospital at 7am on July 16th and they immediately hooked us (I say us and not just me since there is more than just me involved!!) up to the pitocin and monitor. Ideally, I would have loved to just go into natural labor on my own, but many people told me not to mess around with blood pressure....so, inducing was the way to go. The nurse that we had, Kelly, was a wonderful nurse...very attentive to my needs, and very sweet. I feel like she didn't leave anyone person out of our conversations. Our usual midwife had hurt her hand while running (twice...poor thing) so she was out of commission for helping bring the baby into the world. But, we had Julia for our midwife, and she was very good as well.
Here we were...just waiting and waiting....I was having some contractions, but nothing terrible. I think around 1pm, the midwife came in and broke my water. She had tried earlier, but without success. I can't believe at how much water comes out when it gets broken!! It's kind of like the energizer bunny...it just kept going and going and going!!
I then started having some contractions that were stronger...really, I am not sure what time this was...but they were getting uncomfortable. I think around 7pm or so...is when it all started really happening. My contractions were very painful and I finally asked for an epidural. Julia checked my cervix at this time and said that we could still have an epidural..and we were dilated to about a 6. Tito came in( the anesthesiologist) and prepped me for the epidural. He was my saving grace as the contractions by this time were putting me in a place that I didn't want to go. I really tried to frame my mind around a mountain...and when I would have a contraction, I would (in my mind) try to climb the mountain...but it was just too much. So finally, the epidural was placed...and I got some relief. Julia checked me again and asked me if I could do some pushing?? WOW!! That was a quick change!! So the pushing began. By the way...Alissa, who was my regular midwife, came in on her day off and helped me get through the pain as well. Amazing!!
I don't recall how many pushes I did...I think about 8 or so...and Heath's head came out...followed by another push and then his shoulders came out. It was an amazing feeling for him to be born right into his Papa's arms!!
OK...so here is the part where I gush....HE IS SUCH A SWEET, SWEET, ADORABLE, GORGEOUS, WONDERFUL (shall I go on?) BABY!! Oh, and don't forget beautiful, and handsome!!!
The first night I could not get my mind to shut off....as is common when something major happens for me. So by morning, I was pretty much wiped out...J&T got their own room for a few hours so they could try to sleep. At around 4am, J came in a brought me Heath so that he could nurse. J&T came back into my room around 6:30am since the maternity ward needed that room for an induction. Making the story go a little faster now....
We ended up being discharged at around 6pm...so I went home to grab a bag and take a shower and then went to J&T's house for the week. I got to nurse Heath for the first 6 days (which was very rewarding for me)and now I am exclusively pumping for him. I have taken milk over to their house twice now...I don't know if I am producing enough, but I am trying!! They have a friend that is also breastfeeding her son, and she produces quite a bit of milk, so she is also pumping for Heath as well.
So...that is my birth story...kind of a condensed version...but none-the-less.
I want to say thank you so much to J&T for trusting me to carry their son these past 9 months. Words cannot express how I feel...
Sunday, July 5, 2009
25 Days...no,,,make that 24 days left!! P.S. Not for the faint of heart!!
Hope everyone's 4th of July was wonderful. Kent and I were kidless...except for Kivu...which he IS a kid...just with 4 legs!! Our weekend was quiet with the exception of the HUGE fireworks being let off (by neighbors) from 10pm-midnight both Friday and Saturday. Friday nights fireworks didn't really bother Kivu too, too much...but there were 3 really BIG ones that he wasn't too fond of. We shut our bedroom windows and he went right back to sleep. So that was good.
Last night was a whole different story though. Kent and I had taken him on an extra long walk to really tucker him out. And that worked...until the neighbors brought out the big guns!! Poor guy!! He was so freaked out. :( Kent took him to go potty outside, and the neighbors let off a big one and it scared him so bad he ran under the deck and bonked his poor head..(Kivu did..not Kent.) And then Kivu was just a nervous wreck...so again, we shut our windows and I went to sleep...I guess Kivu finally did too but I was out so I don't remember it. I was going to open the windows about 1:30am but when I looked outside, the kids next door were still lighting sparklers in their backyard. Oh to be young!!
Kayte went with some friends to the coast for the weekend. She had a really great time...until this morning about 10am...the girls were going swimming and the motel door to the swimming pool was steel and very heavy. A gust of wind caught the door and slammed against Kayte's left middle finger. (I am sure you can imagine the screams, as can I!!) So, Kim, (the mom of the friend) calls me on Kayte's phone and tells me that they almost got by for the weekend unscathed, and then told me what happened. The whole nail popped right off...and of course there was blood everywhere since the door cut into her finger. Lucky that she didn't shear the thing off!! They bring her home around 3:30pm because traffic was so awful. Kent and I take her in the house and start to take the gauze and band aid off of it, but by then, it's pretty much stuck to the nail bed. So, we soak it in water...and finally get it to come off. Kayte says she is feeling faint...funny thing...cause I am too!! So we go down to the couch and she lays down and has her finger in the glass of water. And all I see is the drip, drip, drip of blood coming from the finger down into the water. So Kent and I decide we should take her to the ER just to be on the safe side. Thank goodness it's just up the street and we are there in under 2 minutes! Kayte has never been in an ER...in fact...I think the last time she was at a doctor was for a bacterial ear infection in the 1st grade. (She is now going into the 5th grade!!) Needless to say, we are not very familiar with the ER...Anyways, our wait wasn't awful...and they put us back in a room. The very nice nurse talks to Kayte and asks her what happened etc, etc. Then the doctor comes in and asks what happened...again, Kayte tells her story. The doctor wants to get some xrays to be sure it's not broken at the tip. They give her a Vicodin for pain..and about 15 minutes later, she says her head feels funny. :) After the xray, the doctor comes back in and says that nothing is broken...and that they are going to glue the laceration on her nail bed back together. So he does...and Kayte doesn't feel anything until he puts pressure on it to stick it together. THEN she is in PAIN!! After we wait about 2 minutes, he then applies more glue all over the nail bed...and by this time, Kayte is in a lot of pain. Poor girl. Doctor goes out...and about 20 minutes later, a nice man nurse comes in to give us our discharge instructions. Well, he looks at the doctors notes which say to bandage it up and change daily...and he says...you know...maybe that's not the best idea. So we decide to put a splint on it and just a tad bit of gauze...and walaa!! Kayte is almost a happy camper. So she needs to wear it for 3-4 days (She would probably wear it forever if she could cause it's "cool") but I think by Thursday, the nail bed will have gotten used to being naked and we will be able to take the splint off.
So that's how our weekend was.
On the baby front...since I have not updated in a while...we are 36 weeks 4 days pregnant. Big ole belly!! Baby Heath is great...loves to jab his little foot into my rib...but that's ok. I just try to push it back out. Went to see the midwife last Friday...she checked me and I am already at a 1 so I know my body is doing what it's supposed to do. I don't want to be induced this time around as the last 2 times when I was induced were hell!! Especially with Kayte. I am planning (***please note that this is not a binding contract!!***) on having a natural birth...and I know if I am induced...then it's fast and furious and I don't want that. We go back on Wednesday for another checkup. Getting right down to the wire!! So, that's it for now. I should have news on a job for Kent in a couple of weeks...but can't say much about it now...
Last night was a whole different story though. Kent and I had taken him on an extra long walk to really tucker him out. And that worked...until the neighbors brought out the big guns!! Poor guy!! He was so freaked out. :( Kent took him to go potty outside, and the neighbors let off a big one and it scared him so bad he ran under the deck and bonked his poor head..(Kivu did..not Kent.) And then Kivu was just a nervous wreck...so again, we shut our windows and I went to sleep...I guess Kivu finally did too but I was out so I don't remember it. I was going to open the windows about 1:30am but when I looked outside, the kids next door were still lighting sparklers in their backyard. Oh to be young!!
Kayte went with some friends to the coast for the weekend. She had a really great time...until this morning about 10am...the girls were going swimming and the motel door to the swimming pool was steel and very heavy. A gust of wind caught the door and slammed against Kayte's left middle finger. (I am sure you can imagine the screams, as can I!!) So, Kim, (the mom of the friend) calls me on Kayte's phone and tells me that they almost got by for the weekend unscathed, and then told me what happened. The whole nail popped right off...and of course there was blood everywhere since the door cut into her finger. Lucky that she didn't shear the thing off!! They bring her home around 3:30pm because traffic was so awful. Kent and I take her in the house and start to take the gauze and band aid off of it, but by then, it's pretty much stuck to the nail bed. So, we soak it in water...and finally get it to come off. Kayte says she is feeling faint...funny thing...cause I am too!! So we go down to the couch and she lays down and has her finger in the glass of water. And all I see is the drip, drip, drip of blood coming from the finger down into the water. So Kent and I decide we should take her to the ER just to be on the safe side. Thank goodness it's just up the street and we are there in under 2 minutes! Kayte has never been in an ER...in fact...I think the last time she was at a doctor was for a bacterial ear infection in the 1st grade. (She is now going into the 5th grade!!) Needless to say, we are not very familiar with the ER...Anyways, our wait wasn't awful...and they put us back in a room. The very nice nurse talks to Kayte and asks her what happened etc, etc. Then the doctor comes in and asks what happened...again, Kayte tells her story. The doctor wants to get some xrays to be sure it's not broken at the tip. They give her a Vicodin for pain..and about 15 minutes later, she says her head feels funny. :) After the xray, the doctor comes back in and says that nothing is broken...and that they are going to glue the laceration on her nail bed back together. So he does...and Kayte doesn't feel anything until he puts pressure on it to stick it together. THEN she is in PAIN!! After we wait about 2 minutes, he then applies more glue all over the nail bed...and by this time, Kayte is in a lot of pain. Poor girl. Doctor goes out...and about 20 minutes later, a nice man nurse comes in to give us our discharge instructions. Well, he looks at the doctors notes which say to bandage it up and change daily...and he says...you know...maybe that's not the best idea. So we decide to put a splint on it and just a tad bit of gauze...and walaa!! Kayte is almost a happy camper. So she needs to wear it for 3-4 days (She would probably wear it forever if she could cause it's "cool") but I think by Thursday, the nail bed will have gotten used to being naked and we will be able to take the splint off.
So that's how our weekend was.
On the baby front...since I have not updated in a while...we are 36 weeks 4 days pregnant. Big ole belly!! Baby Heath is great...loves to jab his little foot into my rib...but that's ok. I just try to push it back out. Went to see the midwife last Friday...she checked me and I am already at a 1 so I know my body is doing what it's supposed to do. I don't want to be induced this time around as the last 2 times when I was induced were hell!! Especially with Kayte. I am planning (***please note that this is not a binding contract!!***) on having a natural birth...and I know if I am induced...then it's fast and furious and I don't want that. We go back on Wednesday for another checkup. Getting right down to the wire!! So, that's it for now. I should have news on a job for Kent in a couple of weeks...but can't say much about it now...
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
No Longer a HUGE fan....
I think my love of cats probably predates me. My mom loves cats...my grandparents loved cats...and probably their parents and grandparents loved cats. So..needless to say...my love of cats was probably inherited.
As of today though...I am no longer a huge fan of cats. Period. Done...Finito...
About 6 weeks ago, I was talking to my neighbor and she had mentioned that their cat had 2 kittens a couple of days before. AWWW!!!! I HAD to see them!! So I put Kivu in the backyard...and rushed over to get a look at these sweet babies. Unbeknownst to me...the cat that wanders through our backyard which I dubbed Oreo (as he is black and white) was sitting in their house with his wife and 2 babies. Oh!! I asked what his name was...and it's not the cute "Oreo" that I had named him...but Batman...OK...whatever. I had also seen the momma cat traipse through the yard...and while "Batman" was very friendly...even with the dog...The momma cat was not. She was always skitterish when she would wander through the backyard...and I had tried to befriend her more than once. She was very friendly in her house though...and she proudly showed those babies off.
Fast forward...6 weeks later. I am assuming that Batman and the momma cat will have another batch of kittens soon as that is all I have been hearing from the back yard. The low guttural yowl and then the high pitched "I'm gonna bite your head off if you don't get off of me yowl." And there is more than one male cat around here to boot. Our yard runs along a greenbelt (or whatever you would call it as it is unbuildable) and there is lots of wildlife in this area. An abundance of birds...chipmunks, squirrels...and I am sure many more critters that only come out at night. (Except for that one raccoon...but that's another story.) Anyway...that's all I have been hearing....and it really pisses me off when I am awakened at 11pm...1am...2am...you get the picture...horny little bastards!! (Sorry if I am offending anyone...lack of sleep...ya know!!)
Now we fast forward to about an hour ago...I am in the house...playing with Kivu and his toys...and "What's that I hear?" Do I hear a faint little "Mew?" So I look outside...and there in the garden is a little baby kitten. "AWWWW!!!!" So Ashlyn and I go outside and I immediately pick up this little waif of a kitty. He is so cute..."OUCH!!" Man...does he have claws!! "What are you doing kitty? Oh...you are climbing onto my shoulders...OK...." And then I see Kayte...and she is trying to keep Kivu in the gated area we have so that he doesn't come up to where I am...and "OUCH!!" The kitten has now spied the dog...(all Kivu wants to do is play...) and now the precious little F***ING kitten is on top of my head...claws out...hissing and scratching. And then...he hops down off of my head...and attacks Kivu's face...jumps off his face..and then back on...and all the 3 of us can do is yell...yell at the kitten...yell at Kivu..."NO Kivu...come back here...don't chase the kitten!!!" Me...screaming it at the top of my lungs...Ashlyn...(Not sure just what was coming out of her mouth...) and Kayte...all of us yelling. Kivu retreats back over to us...I look down at my finger at the blood coming out of the tiny puncture wounds...and I turn around to see Ashlyn almost in tears because she is laughing so hard.
Now you know why I am no longer a fan...(Until I see the next kitten...I suppose!!)
As of today though...I am no longer a huge fan of cats. Period. Done...Finito...
About 6 weeks ago, I was talking to my neighbor and she had mentioned that their cat had 2 kittens a couple of days before. AWWW!!!! I HAD to see them!! So I put Kivu in the backyard...and rushed over to get a look at these sweet babies. Unbeknownst to me...the cat that wanders through our backyard which I dubbed Oreo (as he is black and white) was sitting in their house with his wife and 2 babies. Oh!! I asked what his name was...and it's not the cute "Oreo" that I had named him...but Batman...OK...whatever. I had also seen the momma cat traipse through the yard...and while "Batman" was very friendly...even with the dog...The momma cat was not. She was always skitterish when she would wander through the backyard...and I had tried to befriend her more than once. She was very friendly in her house though...and she proudly showed those babies off.
Fast forward...6 weeks later. I am assuming that Batman and the momma cat will have another batch of kittens soon as that is all I have been hearing from the back yard. The low guttural yowl and then the high pitched "I'm gonna bite your head off if you don't get off of me yowl." And there is more than one male cat around here to boot. Our yard runs along a greenbelt (or whatever you would call it as it is unbuildable) and there is lots of wildlife in this area. An abundance of birds...chipmunks, squirrels...and I am sure many more critters that only come out at night. (Except for that one raccoon...but that's another story.) Anyway...that's all I have been hearing....and it really pisses me off when I am awakened at 11pm...1am...2am...you get the picture...horny little bastards!! (Sorry if I am offending anyone...lack of sleep...ya know!!)
Now we fast forward to about an hour ago...I am in the house...playing with Kivu and his toys...and "What's that I hear?" Do I hear a faint little "Mew?" So I look outside...and there in the garden is a little baby kitten. "AWWWW!!!!" So Ashlyn and I go outside and I immediately pick up this little waif of a kitty. He is so cute..."OUCH!!" Man...does he have claws!! "What are you doing kitty? Oh...you are climbing onto my shoulders...OK...." And then I see Kayte...and she is trying to keep Kivu in the gated area we have so that he doesn't come up to where I am...and "OUCH!!" The kitten has now spied the dog...(all Kivu wants to do is play...) and now the precious little F***ING kitten is on top of my head...claws out...hissing and scratching. And then...he hops down off of my head...and attacks Kivu's face...jumps off his face..and then back on...and all the 3 of us can do is yell...yell at the kitten...yell at Kivu..."NO Kivu...come back here...don't chase the kitten!!!" Me...screaming it at the top of my lungs...Ashlyn...(Not sure just what was coming out of her mouth...) and Kayte...all of us yelling. Kivu retreats back over to us...I look down at my finger at the blood coming out of the tiny puncture wounds...and I turn around to see Ashlyn almost in tears because she is laughing so hard.
Now you know why I am no longer a fan...(Until I see the next kitten...I suppose!!)
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
To Refrigerators Everywhere!!
This post is dedicated to refrigerators everywhere!!
Long, long ago...when I was a young girl...I went to a friends house to stay overnight...and there...in the kitchen...sat a gorgeous side by side refrigerator!! Wow!! I was SO jealous of her family being able to have one of these cool refrigerators. I think I must have opened the doors on that appliance at least a half a dozen times in the first 10 minutes that I was at her house. The friends name has long been forgotten, but not that beautiful refrigerator.
Fast forward to 2009...the date, May 26th. I HATE OUR REFRIGERATOR!!! Plain and simple!! I think, whomever thought up the grand idea of a side by side refrigerator was a moron!! Hello!! How much can you fit into the freezer side of the fridge? Not a whole heck of a lot!! And I feel like there is even less room in the fridge side...not because I buy too much food...it's not like I have scrumptious cakes just taking up all of that precious space on the shelf....I think it's because...in a normal household, you have at least 3 kinds of mustard...maybe a couple jars of relish (sweet and hot dog of course), marinades, sauerkraut, pickles...I am thinking by now...you are catching my drift. And don't forget the many bottles of salad dressing...so many choices, so much to choose from. Well...as of today, there is one less shelf and one less drawer in the refrigerator because...well...I just needed the room!! If you go through lots of juice in your family...like we do...you know that you NEED the space!! And...since there is iced tea weather a comin...one needs space in there for the sun tea pitcher.
Someday...I shall have the refrigerator of my dreams...ohhhh....let me tell you about it. (My mother in law has one similar to the one I want...) My dream refrigerator will have french doors in it...one side shall be able to hold 2 gallons of milk in the door, plus enough room to hold a pitcher of juice and said condiments. If you wanted to put the big ole jar of relish that one purchases at Costco in the door...you could...cause there would be room...oh...and while you are at it...go ahead and put the Teriyaki sauce in there too...it will fit!! There will be the freezer on the bottom...but get this...there will be not one drawer...but 2!! SAWEET!!!! A place for everything...and everything in it's place. Oh...and don't forget the water and ice and filter in the door...You HAVE to have that!! I bet I would not even mind having to come home after grocery shopping to put things away...in fact, I would rather enjoy it I am sure. Oh well...someday...someday!! If you cannot imagine my refrigerator...here is a picture of something similar...
P.S. My apologies for the way I titled my last blog...I inadvertently spelled blogged with just one "g" and since my dear daughter Ashlyn just reminded me of my mistake, I feel the need to apologize. It won't happen again!! :)
Long, long ago...when I was a young girl...I went to a friends house to stay overnight...and there...in the kitchen...sat a gorgeous side by side refrigerator!! Wow!! I was SO jealous of her family being able to have one of these cool refrigerators. I think I must have opened the doors on that appliance at least a half a dozen times in the first 10 minutes that I was at her house. The friends name has long been forgotten, but not that beautiful refrigerator.
Fast forward to 2009...the date, May 26th. I HATE OUR REFRIGERATOR!!! Plain and simple!! I think, whomever thought up the grand idea of a side by side refrigerator was a moron!! Hello!! How much can you fit into the freezer side of the fridge? Not a whole heck of a lot!! And I feel like there is even less room in the fridge side...not because I buy too much food...it's not like I have scrumptious cakes just taking up all of that precious space on the shelf....I think it's because...in a normal household, you have at least 3 kinds of mustard...maybe a couple jars of relish (sweet and hot dog of course), marinades, sauerkraut, pickles...I am thinking by now...you are catching my drift. And don't forget the many bottles of salad dressing...so many choices, so much to choose from. Well...as of today, there is one less shelf and one less drawer in the refrigerator because...well...I just needed the room!! If you go through lots of juice in your family...like we do...you know that you NEED the space!! And...since there is iced tea weather a comin...one needs space in there for the sun tea pitcher.
Someday...I shall have the refrigerator of my dreams...ohhhh....let me tell you about it. (My mother in law has one similar to the one I want...) My dream refrigerator will have french doors in it...one side shall be able to hold 2 gallons of milk in the door, plus enough room to hold a pitcher of juice and said condiments. If you wanted to put the big ole jar of relish that one purchases at Costco in the door...you could...cause there would be room...oh...and while you are at it...go ahead and put the Teriyaki sauce in there too...it will fit!! There will be the freezer on the bottom...but get this...there will be not one drawer...but 2!! SAWEET!!!! A place for everything...and everything in it's place. Oh...and don't forget the water and ice and filter in the door...You HAVE to have that!! I bet I would not even mind having to come home after grocery shopping to put things away...in fact, I would rather enjoy it I am sure. Oh well...someday...someday!! If you cannot imagine my refrigerator...here is a picture of something similar...
P.S. My apologies for the way I titled my last blog...I inadvertently spelled blogged with just one "g" and since my dear daughter Ashlyn just reminded me of my mistake, I feel the need to apologize. It won't happen again!! :)
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
ACK!!
Geez...has it really been since the end of April since my last post?? Good gravy!!
I ALWAYS have stuff to blog about...however, it seems that it is always rolling around aimlessly in my head...and there it stays!! So today...I will let all of my thoughts tumble onto the computer keyboard...and hopefully, the things that I write will sound like something I would typically say. =)
OK...so first off...I would love it if you could keep my father-in-law in your thoughts and prayers. He was diagnosed with a blood cancer last month...and has since had 3 doses of chemo in the last 3 days(yuck!) and will have many, many more doses to come. Sadly, he won't be able to do the things he loves...such as gardening...and he won't be able to eat a lot of foods that he usually eats. So if you can keep Gail and Don in your thoughts and prayers, I would appreciate it.
Secondly, Kent is in Cincinnati..and will be home tomorrow night..late. He had to attend a class there...and well, tomorrow, he has an interview for the "Corporate Brands Manager" position. He has to interview for this...since last month, Kroger gave over 70 people notice that they are downsizing into 17 positions. His Sales Manager job is going away with the Clackamas Bakery...and, since that job will no loner be, then his job as an Account Manager for Commercial Baked Goods is also being done away with. Yeah...can you say "THIS SUCKS??" But...he is really good at what he does, and I know an opportunity will come about. If anything...perhaps he can be a baker for the Clackamas Bakery??
Today marks the 30 week mark in this pregnancy. Only 10 weeks to go!! YIKES!! Last year at this time, we were trying to get pregnant about this time, only to find that it didn't work. And then we waited...and waited...and waited some-more!! And then, once you are pregnant...time just flies!! At least it has for me...I don't know about J and T...
My blood pressure has been fabulous!! YAY ME!! We think that the reason it could have been higher at the Dr's office was because of the blood pressure cuff. It's a tad on the small side at the clinic...and that could have been affecting my BP. But who knows...just maybe, I have been a good girl and knocked out a lot of salt in my diet.
We are going to be putting a garden in this weekend. It's amazing how spendy gardening can be. We were originally going to put box gardens in...but after we priced the wood...and then priced the compost and dirt we would need to put in the boxes, it was almost $400.00!! Do you know how many veggies one could buy with that kind of money?? So, we have decided (and when I say we, I mean Kent...since I am not a good gardener!!) to rototiller the ground, buy a little dirt, and put a small fence around the area so that the dog doesn't get in there...and wha laa!! Put the plants in and the garden should be good to go...without all the money headache!! Remember folks...I am the frugal, cheap, thrifty, etc. person of the family.
Speaking of money...whoa baby!! Guess which family is almost out of debt? Did you guess the Hawes'? If you did...then you are right!! I spose I should splain better....
Once upon a time, there was a very nice family. Although the husband made decent money, it always seemed they were robbing Max to pay Peter,Paul, and Mastercard...and through the years, became ensconced deeper in debt. Finally, they said enough is enough...and went to a credit counselor to get help. Fast forward 5 years later...and through many a night of Top Ramen and Mac and Cheese, this family is almost finished with the debt that they incurred. HALLELUJAH!! No really!! This is a TRUE story!! :) Plus...we have no more car payments which is a huge relief (since the bitchin' white van should really be a Maserati since that's about how much we paid for it!!) But..I digress...
Ashlyn is making some cuppycakes for her friends birthday...and guess what?? There is gonna be leftovers!! WHOO HOO!!! That means...Heath (read baby in my belly) is gonna get one!! Or 5...whichever comes first!! =) I have sooooo been wanting sweets!! And perhaps...those dear little cuppycakes will help me soothe the sweet tooth!!
Well...that's all that's rolling around in my head...for now!! Hopefully, it won't be another month till I blog again, but if it is...just go and reread my blogs. Hee Hee!!
I ALWAYS have stuff to blog about...however, it seems that it is always rolling around aimlessly in my head...and there it stays!! So today...I will let all of my thoughts tumble onto the computer keyboard...and hopefully, the things that I write will sound like something I would typically say. =)
OK...so first off...I would love it if you could keep my father-in-law in your thoughts and prayers. He was diagnosed with a blood cancer last month...and has since had 3 doses of chemo in the last 3 days(yuck!) and will have many, many more doses to come. Sadly, he won't be able to do the things he loves...such as gardening...and he won't be able to eat a lot of foods that he usually eats. So if you can keep Gail and Don in your thoughts and prayers, I would appreciate it.
Secondly, Kent is in Cincinnati..and will be home tomorrow night..late. He had to attend a class there...and well, tomorrow, he has an interview for the "Corporate Brands Manager" position. He has to interview for this...since last month, Kroger gave over 70 people notice that they are downsizing into 17 positions. His Sales Manager job is going away with the Clackamas Bakery...and, since that job will no loner be, then his job as an Account Manager for Commercial Baked Goods is also being done away with. Yeah...can you say "THIS SUCKS??" But...he is really good at what he does, and I know an opportunity will come about. If anything...perhaps he can be a baker for the Clackamas Bakery??
Today marks the 30 week mark in this pregnancy. Only 10 weeks to go!! YIKES!! Last year at this time, we were trying to get pregnant about this time, only to find that it didn't work. And then we waited...and waited...and waited some-more!! And then, once you are pregnant...time just flies!! At least it has for me...I don't know about J and T...
My blood pressure has been fabulous!! YAY ME!! We think that the reason it could have been higher at the Dr's office was because of the blood pressure cuff. It's a tad on the small side at the clinic...and that could have been affecting my BP. But who knows...just maybe, I have been a good girl and knocked out a lot of salt in my diet.
We are going to be putting a garden in this weekend. It's amazing how spendy gardening can be. We were originally going to put box gardens in...but after we priced the wood...and then priced the compost and dirt we would need to put in the boxes, it was almost $400.00!! Do you know how many veggies one could buy with that kind of money?? So, we have decided (and when I say we, I mean Kent...since I am not a good gardener!!) to rototiller the ground, buy a little dirt, and put a small fence around the area so that the dog doesn't get in there...and wha laa!! Put the plants in and the garden should be good to go...without all the money headache!! Remember folks...I am the frugal, cheap, thrifty, etc. person of the family.
Speaking of money...whoa baby!! Guess which family is almost out of debt? Did you guess the Hawes'? If you did...then you are right!! I spose I should splain better....
Once upon a time, there was a very nice family. Although the husband made decent money, it always seemed they were robbing Max to pay Peter,Paul, and Mastercard...and through the years, became ensconced deeper in debt. Finally, they said enough is enough...and went to a credit counselor to get help. Fast forward 5 years later...and through many a night of Top Ramen and Mac and Cheese, this family is almost finished with the debt that they incurred. HALLELUJAH!! No really!! This is a TRUE story!! :) Plus...we have no more car payments which is a huge relief (since the bitchin' white van should really be a Maserati since that's about how much we paid for it!!) But..I digress...
Ashlyn is making some cuppycakes for her friends birthday...and guess what?? There is gonna be leftovers!! WHOO HOO!!! That means...Heath (read baby in my belly) is gonna get one!! Or 5...whichever comes first!! =) I have sooooo been wanting sweets!! And perhaps...those dear little cuppycakes will help me soothe the sweet tooth!!
Well...that's all that's rolling around in my head...for now!! Hopefully, it won't be another month till I blog again, but if it is...just go and reread my blogs. Hee Hee!!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
A letter to Proctor and Gamble...
I found this on one of my forums and I had to share...It's pretty dang funny!! (Maybe not for the boys...but for us girls...it sure hits home!!)
Dear Mr. Thatcher,
I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from 'the curse'? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.' Isn't the human body amazing?
As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women.. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy!
The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'
Are you f-orever kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.
For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong', or are you just picking on us?
Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullcrap. And that's a promise I will keep.
Dear Mr. Thatcher,
I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from 'the curse'? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.' Isn't the human body amazing?
As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women.. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy!
The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'
Are you f-orever kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.
For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong', or are you just picking on us?
Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullcrap. And that's a promise I will keep.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
April Showers bring....
RAIN!!!
Gotta love the rain though...it makes the flowers, trees and the grass just grow and grow...which in turn, makes my husband play out in the yard more and more.
He went to Alaska for almost a week to do store resets. The Sunday morning that I went to the airport to get him, we came home and slept for a couple more hours since it was so early. After he brought me my coffee and newspaper, he was putting on his slippers...and I asked him where he was off to? I figured that he would snuggle with me a bit since he had been gone. Nope...his reply was..."I have to go check out my yard!!" Hmmm...I guess sometimes, the other love of your life comes second. :) I tell him all the time that he really IS his mothers son!! He planted roses along the fence in our back yard a couple of weekends ago. And there he was, tape measure in hand, making sure that all of these roses were exactly the same space from the fence to the spacing being apart from one another. Don't get me wrong...I think it's totally awesome that he is...well...anal about the whole thing. Me...I dig a hole, put em in the ground...and watch them (no, make it pray) that they grow. Domestic outside goddess I am not!! Domestic Goddess...Sheesh...sounds like an oxymoron to me!!
Well, I have another OB appointment today...which I am glad to say, is with the midwife Alissa again. At my last appointment with Dr. Hall, I showed her my blood pressures from the last 2 weeks, and she was kind enough to tell me that they all looked really good, and that if I really wanted to, I could be seen by the mid-wife. YAY!! I was and am very excited for this. I am honestly not sure what the allure of the midwife is to me, but it's pretty strong, since I was so disappointed that I was going to have to go with the Dr. before. Dr. Hall did say though that if my blood pressure went up consistently, then I would have to go back to her for the rest of the pregnancy. I have all but cut out the salt shaker...I now make a salt free taco seasoning (have you really LOOKED at the sodium levels in some prepackaged items???) and also am dabbling in spaghetti sauce...however, that hasn't gone so good. It's just downright bland...Anyone have any ideas for a low salt spaghetti sauce? I even bought some jarred sauce that had way less sodium in it than the other kinds...and it too was bland.
Kivu is about 98-99% potty trained. There are three things I want you to know about him...
#1-He can clear a room, car, small barn, massive high rise hotel, etc. with his gas!! True story!!
#2-With him being 98-99% potty trained, I think he mostly has his accidents when we are not paying attention to him. Case in point...Michael had a bad bloody nose yesterday to where he was bent over the toilet...blood all around...bleeding. So, as I was attempting to clean him up, and Ashlyn getting a petite size tampon to put up his nose to stop the bleeding (yes, it does work!!) Kivu looked at us...and decided it was his time to pee. AAAGGGHHHHH!!!! And then again, Kent and I were talking in the bar, and Kivu again decides since we are paying him no mind..."I think I will pee!!" GRRRRRR!!!!! And these times were AFTER he had already been out...and WENT POTTY!! Other than times like this...he is really a good dog. He can get rambunctious while playing and bite your fingers a little too hard...but hey...can't all dogs dot this??
And #3- I can't remember what it was I wanted to tell you about him. Chalk it up to preggo brain!!
So I have taken up a new hobby...I LOVE TO BEAD!! (As in..make jewelry!!) I am slowly building up a beading collection...but man oh man!! I thought fabric was expensive...well...not when some pendants or beads are about 10 bucks a piece!! So, that is why it is so much better to save your money...purchase your one item...and build your necklace, bracelet, etc. AROUND that item. The seed beads and smaller beads are not too terrible when it comes to price...but say you wanted 10 lady bug beads...and they are .80 cents each...well...that puts you already $8.00 into your piece of jewelry...and that's without anything else...the wire, the spacers, the clasp...you get my point. Maybe I need a hobby that does not need money to do it?? Any ideas? (Cleaning my house DOES NOT CONSTITUTE a hobby!!)
OK...that's all for now...
Gotta love the rain though...it makes the flowers, trees and the grass just grow and grow...which in turn, makes my husband play out in the yard more and more.
He went to Alaska for almost a week to do store resets. The Sunday morning that I went to the airport to get him, we came home and slept for a couple more hours since it was so early. After he brought me my coffee and newspaper, he was putting on his slippers...and I asked him where he was off to? I figured that he would snuggle with me a bit since he had been gone. Nope...his reply was..."I have to go check out my yard!!" Hmmm...I guess sometimes, the other love of your life comes second. :) I tell him all the time that he really IS his mothers son!! He planted roses along the fence in our back yard a couple of weekends ago. And there he was, tape measure in hand, making sure that all of these roses were exactly the same space from the fence to the spacing being apart from one another. Don't get me wrong...I think it's totally awesome that he is...well...anal about the whole thing. Me...I dig a hole, put em in the ground...and watch them (no, make it pray) that they grow. Domestic outside goddess I am not!! Domestic Goddess...Sheesh...sounds like an oxymoron to me!!
Well, I have another OB appointment today...which I am glad to say, is with the midwife Alissa again. At my last appointment with Dr. Hall, I showed her my blood pressures from the last 2 weeks, and she was kind enough to tell me that they all looked really good, and that if I really wanted to, I could be seen by the mid-wife. YAY!! I was and am very excited for this. I am honestly not sure what the allure of the midwife is to me, but it's pretty strong, since I was so disappointed that I was going to have to go with the Dr. before. Dr. Hall did say though that if my blood pressure went up consistently, then I would have to go back to her for the rest of the pregnancy. I have all but cut out the salt shaker...I now make a salt free taco seasoning (have you really LOOKED at the sodium levels in some prepackaged items???) and also am dabbling in spaghetti sauce...however, that hasn't gone so good. It's just downright bland...Anyone have any ideas for a low salt spaghetti sauce? I even bought some jarred sauce that had way less sodium in it than the other kinds...and it too was bland.
Kivu is about 98-99% potty trained. There are three things I want you to know about him...
#1-He can clear a room, car, small barn, massive high rise hotel, etc. with his gas!! True story!!
#2-With him being 98-99% potty trained, I think he mostly has his accidents when we are not paying attention to him. Case in point...Michael had a bad bloody nose yesterday to where he was bent over the toilet...blood all around...bleeding. So, as I was attempting to clean him up, and Ashlyn getting a petite size tampon to put up his nose to stop the bleeding (yes, it does work!!) Kivu looked at us...and decided it was his time to pee. AAAGGGHHHHH!!!! And then again, Kent and I were talking in the bar, and Kivu again decides since we are paying him no mind..."I think I will pee!!" GRRRRRR!!!!! And these times were AFTER he had already been out...and WENT POTTY!! Other than times like this...he is really a good dog. He can get rambunctious while playing and bite your fingers a little too hard...but hey...can't all dogs dot this??
And #3- I can't remember what it was I wanted to tell you about him. Chalk it up to preggo brain!!
So I have taken up a new hobby...I LOVE TO BEAD!! (As in..make jewelry!!) I am slowly building up a beading collection...but man oh man!! I thought fabric was expensive...well...not when some pendants or beads are about 10 bucks a piece!! So, that is why it is so much better to save your money...purchase your one item...and build your necklace, bracelet, etc. AROUND that item. The seed beads and smaller beads are not too terrible when it comes to price...but say you wanted 10 lady bug beads...and they are .80 cents each...well...that puts you already $8.00 into your piece of jewelry...and that's without anything else...the wire, the spacers, the clasp...you get my point. Maybe I need a hobby that does not need money to do it?? Any ideas? (Cleaning my house DOES NOT CONSTITUTE a hobby!!)
OK...that's all for now...
Friday, April 17, 2009
It's been almost a month since I last blogged!!
Yes, it has been almost a month since I last blogged!! WOW!! Guess I am either busy...or I have nothing to say. HAHA!!
Let's see...where to begin.
The last time I blogged, it was all about Kivu...our English Bulldog. Well, I will still insist that you read more about him...as he really is a fabulous dog. He turned 13 weeks old as of April 13th...We have our good potty days...and our bad potty days. I sometimes feel like we take 3 steps forward, and 2 steps back...only to take a couple more steps forward...and 50 million steps back. Well...not really THAT many steps back...but you get the picture. Sometimes, I feel like if we have not paid attention to him for at least 15 minutes, then he will pee pee...and wow!! Mom DOES NOT like it when he pee pee's in the house. But...it's life...right? Heaven forbid someone yell at me if I should pee pee in my pants (insert pregnancy sneeze, cough, laugh etc. here!!) Seriously...I am not THAT bad (yet!!)
In other news...last night, Ashlyn was awarded a certificate for high achieving students from Portland State University. If she attends PSU, then they will also give her a $1000.00 scholarship for going there. Now I know that a thousand bucks doesn't go very far when it comes to college...but a thousand bucks is a thousand bucks, right? Might take care of her books at least. Here is a picture from last night...Makes a momma proud...I tell ya!!
Ashlyn has changed what she wants to be many times since Kindergarten. But didn't we all? Her most recent declaration, was that she was going to be a pastry chef. That would mean, she would need to go "somewhere" for her schooling...meaning, probably not here. ACK!! But, her mind has changed...and she now wants to be a dentist. WOW!! From making peoples teeth bad with all her delicious pastries (or was that making peoples butts bigger??) to making peoples teeth pretty...All in a days work!!The pregnancy is going really well. We just hit our 25th week...and I feel like time is really flying!! I don't know IF J and T feel the same way...but their baby will be in their arms before they know it!! Heath Edward is his name...and boy...he is very active. I was at the Oregon City High League (which is kind of like finals...trying to get to state...) Anyways, for the most part, all of these choirs sing Acapella...and I tell you...Heath was very active while I was sitting there listening to them sing. Last night, before we got ready to go to PSU with Ashlyn, I was resting on my bed...and I straightened the dress that I was wearing, and Kent got to see Heath kick a couple of times. I feel him all the time, but for someone to see him kick...it was really cool.
Kent flies to Alaska on Monday to do resets. Wishing I could go with him...but geez louise!! Do you even want to know how much it would have cost for me to fly there? Oh...about $800 bucks!! YIKES!! I will eventually get there one day...(the reason it would have been so expensive, is because there are several flights that he has to take...because he is in different places doing the resets.) Besides...I have kiddo's here...and I am going to house sit for J and T while they are in Hawaii. Sadly, their suitcase just is not big enough for me!! :)
OK...well...I should go since we are having our neighbors over for dinner...wonder what they taste like? Just kidding..."but that, my children, is called cannibalism, and is infact frowned upon in most cultures."
Till next time...I leave you with a couple more pics of Kivu...(Gosh...not that I am proud or anything!!)
Oh, and one more thing...I would like to ask for prayers, good thoughts, and general well being for 3 people in my life. My father-in-law is having some tests run...which should be back anytime now...to see why he is retaining so much fluid. They don't know if it's connected to his Parkinson's, and I really hope that it isn't and that the tests turn out ok.
The second person I would like you to think about is my mom...she fell into a pothole at work a week ago...and broke her left ankle and also has either a very bad sprain or a hairline fracture in the right ankle. Talk about getting off on a bad foot!! (Excuse the pun!!) She will be off of work for at least 6 weeks...and she lives to work...so please think of her. And lastly, think about my step-dad...he had the stroke and is doing good, but with mom's fall...he was having chest pains, so he was in the hospital for 3 days. His heart checked out OK...but they are just having a time. So if you could keep these people in your thoughts...I would so appreciate it. Thanks!!
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