Dang I guess I've been abandoning my blog, not that very many people read it. Here's what's been going on:
1. Work. I have a big thing going on at work this week. It's really too much to explain, but it will involve professional videographers in my class all week. I've also been told The Forum might be there. Uh lovely.
2. Vacation. Last weekend I went to Phoenix to spend a lovely weekend with my two dear friends, Elli and Melissa. We watched the Royal Wedding--yes we cared about it! We layed by and in the pool, drank a bit, hiked a bit, ate a lot, played Mexican Train, and shopped a bit. True to staying in relaxation mode, I showered only once.
3. Mother's Day. I have to admit I got teary this morning when only my two girls gave me cards and plants they made at school. Ryan pulled through though by giving me a nice card he also made at school. That kid does NOT like to share anything with me. At all. I made him tell me he loved me, but he couldn't look me in the eye.
The rest of the day was spent painting. I touched up the walls in our house, Thad painted my bathroom, and I painted our two front doors. I have never really painted. I was proud, but it looked like crap. Thad had to go over it again. I guess I didn't use enough paint. Live and learn. He was gracious about it.
4. Prom. Last night I chaperoned Prom. The kids were told they could NOT grind this year. There were strict rules. I left after grand march so I didn't have to deal with it. I think it's funny that us adults don't understand grinding, and the kids don't know how to dance otherwise. I took the angle of "do you really want to see your teachers grind?" Dumb Bonnie...they said, "Yes that would be great!" Uh no thanks. I don't need some dude essentially masturbating against me for four hours straight. Ewwww.
5. Thad. Thad is going to AZ this weekend. My friend and I surprised our husbands with a golf weekend. He is excited to get away and play a lot of golf.
6. Olivia. Olivia turns the big 6 on Tuesday. Of course I am most excited about the treats I've ordered for her. Kris thank you! I can't wait to share photos. Where has the time gone?
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Happy Easter
I have not been good about pictures lately, but here are a couple from today. You can tell my kids just got up--scary hair all around!
I have to tell you a funny Brady story...at my expense. This happened yesterday while I was at Zumba. Thad texted me to say that Brady picked up a bra of mine and said, "mommy's boobie?" Thad said, "Yes." Without missing a beat Brady said, "Too small." Yep even Brady knows....
I have to tell you a funny Brady story...at my expense. This happened yesterday while I was at Zumba. Thad texted me to say that Brady picked up a bra of mine and said, "mommy's boobie?" Thad said, "Yes." Without missing a beat Brady said, "Too small." Yep even Brady knows....
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Seventeen years...
As I am home again with sick Olivia, cleaning, and thinking too much, I looked at the calendar. I realized today is the seventeen year anniversary of my Grandma's Irene death. I remember the day clearly. It was the one and only time in my life I skipped class. I didn't even really skip like a good skipper would. I had study hall with Mr. Jess (You MHS grads know where this is going....and he just stopped subbing a few years ago!). I told him I was a pass runner (I was), but instead a few of us went to Mexican Village for a friend's birthday.
I went home after and my parents were home (gulp). My mom was sitting at the kitchen table. I just knew that my grandma died. But you see, it was my other grandma who was deathly ill. In fact the week before was Easter. That day was the one and only time I've seen my father cry...sob actually at church. It was heartbreaking. He stayed back to be with her at Eventide while my sister, my mom, Thad, and I went to see my Grandma Irene for the day. We came home and there was a message on the machine from my dad. I remember it clearly: "Grandma is not doing well. I plan to stay for the duration."
I insisted on seeing her. She and I were closer than I can put into words. At least we were to me. She adored all her grandkids. I walked into her room at Eventide. Her breathing was so labored, so loud. I went up and talked to her like it was any other day. Her breathing got worse. I left sad, knowing that was it.
Here's where it gets crazy: my dad called an hour later. My grandma Ada was sitting up in bed talking! Huh??? I talked to her. She said she heard everything I said. She was feeling great. Wow...I was so happy.
But when I walked into my house just five days later, I knew. I said, "Grandma died didn't she?" My mom said, "Yes but the wrong Grandma." I had no reaction...probably shock. I am a cryer, but not over death. Don't ask...I have no idea why. I actually remember asking a few questions that would make me look incredibly selfish and like a jerk, so I won't share them.
So we trekked up to my Grandma's the next day. All was good. Then on Sunday was the visitation. AJ, I remember I borrowed an outfit from you!
I walked in and I fell apart. To this day it was the only death situation where I have fallen completely apart. And I mean I was just crying and crying and crying. I'm sure it was the fact that we weren't as close as I wished. Our Easter was great. Thad and I told her we would visit her that summer. I was feeling hopeful.
It was no secret that I was the black sheep grandchild. I think I let her down a little. I was too much of an Ingersoll I guess. But she loved me and I loved her.
Anyway my other grandma was alive. My 'healthy' one had passed. I remember my dad fielding calls from his brother about my Grandma Ada. She was demanding to smoke. They kept consulting him. Finally he was like, "Oh my god who cares. Let the woman smoke if she wants too." I spent a lot of good times in the smoking room with her at Eventide....good times, but that's another story.
My classmate died exactly one month later. A couple weeks after that my sister got married. A week after that, my Grandma Ada died. Then I graduated from high school. Sometimes life is a blur....and this was cathartic for me to reflect!
I went home after and my parents were home (gulp). My mom was sitting at the kitchen table. I just knew that my grandma died. But you see, it was my other grandma who was deathly ill. In fact the week before was Easter. That day was the one and only time I've seen my father cry...sob actually at church. It was heartbreaking. He stayed back to be with her at Eventide while my sister, my mom, Thad, and I went to see my Grandma Irene for the day. We came home and there was a message on the machine from my dad. I remember it clearly: "Grandma is not doing well. I plan to stay for the duration."
I insisted on seeing her. She and I were closer than I can put into words. At least we were to me. She adored all her grandkids. I walked into her room at Eventide. Her breathing was so labored, so loud. I went up and talked to her like it was any other day. Her breathing got worse. I left sad, knowing that was it.
Here's where it gets crazy: my dad called an hour later. My grandma Ada was sitting up in bed talking! Huh??? I talked to her. She said she heard everything I said. She was feeling great. Wow...I was so happy.
But when I walked into my house just five days later, I knew. I said, "Grandma died didn't she?" My mom said, "Yes but the wrong Grandma." I had no reaction...probably shock. I am a cryer, but not over death. Don't ask...I have no idea why. I actually remember asking a few questions that would make me look incredibly selfish and like a jerk, so I won't share them.
So we trekked up to my Grandma's the next day. All was good. Then on Sunday was the visitation. AJ, I remember I borrowed an outfit from you!
I walked in and I fell apart. To this day it was the only death situation where I have fallen completely apart. And I mean I was just crying and crying and crying. I'm sure it was the fact that we weren't as close as I wished. Our Easter was great. Thad and I told her we would visit her that summer. I was feeling hopeful.
It was no secret that I was the black sheep grandchild. I think I let her down a little. I was too much of an Ingersoll I guess. But she loved me and I loved her.
Anyway my other grandma was alive. My 'healthy' one had passed. I remember my dad fielding calls from his brother about my Grandma Ada. She was demanding to smoke. They kept consulting him. Finally he was like, "Oh my god who cares. Let the woman smoke if she wants too." I spent a lot of good times in the smoking room with her at Eventide....good times, but that's another story.
My classmate died exactly one month later. A couple weeks after that my sister got married. A week after that, my Grandma Ada died. Then I graduated from high school. Sometimes life is a blur....and this was cathartic for me to reflect!
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Tylenol rules
Olivia up Sunday morning with rosy cheeks and lips. When I see bright red lips, I know someone has a fever in this house. She didn't say she felt sick, but she was.
Brady cuddled with her.
Later that night, her fever spiked. I gave her tylenol which she threw up right away. So we tried the chewable ones. Those stayed down.
She woke up Monday again with a fever. I gave her more (chewable) tylenol, and we went to the clinic. See? It works!
They assumed strep, but they were out of rapid tests. So off we went to get her prescription and a coloring book.
She seemed to be doing well. Thanks tylenol!
But when it wears off.....no good.
Last night her fever got as high as 104.7. Um...no good. She started to cry that her eyes burned and her tummy hurt. Thad was working late on a case, so we just dealt with it.
Eventually the tylenol kicked in again. She bathed with Brady....and then he snuggled with her some more.
She didn't have a good night of sleep until....I have no idea. She kept thrashing around and couldn't cool down.
This morning her fever was 103. But, thankfully, tylenol has kicked in again....and Brady and Olivia are doing puzzles.
I wonder what will happen after it wears off? Thad is in the midst of flood duty and testifying in a trial. He feels bad, but hey, what do you do? Daycare is closed, because my mother in law is sick. I've used the day to do some major cleaning. I've swept the garage, vacuumed the house, do a bunch of laundry, and scrub our main floor.
I could use a nap...but first I have to go deal with the fact that Brady plugged the toilet. Wait, it's too early for a nap. Crap.
Brady cuddled with her.
Later that night, her fever spiked. I gave her tylenol which she threw up right away. So we tried the chewable ones. Those stayed down.
She woke up Monday again with a fever. I gave her more (chewable) tylenol, and we went to the clinic. See? It works!
They assumed strep, but they were out of rapid tests. So off we went to get her prescription and a coloring book.
She seemed to be doing well. Thanks tylenol!
But when it wears off.....no good.
Last night her fever got as high as 104.7. Um...no good. She started to cry that her eyes burned and her tummy hurt. Thad was working late on a case, so we just dealt with it.
Eventually the tylenol kicked in again. She bathed with Brady....and then he snuggled with her some more.
She didn't have a good night of sleep until....I have no idea. She kept thrashing around and couldn't cool down.
This morning her fever was 103. But, thankfully, tylenol has kicked in again....and Brady and Olivia are doing puzzles.
I wonder what will happen after it wears off? Thad is in the midst of flood duty and testifying in a trial. He feels bad, but hey, what do you do? Daycare is closed, because my mother in law is sick. I've used the day to do some major cleaning. I've swept the garage, vacuumed the house, do a bunch of laundry, and scrub our main floor.
I could use a nap...but first I have to go deal with the fact that Brady plugged the toilet. Wait, it's too early for a nap. Crap.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
I am a sucker
Ryan told me on Thursday night that he might have a new girlfriend. I think they were at the point where they were establishing (through friends of course) that they liked each other.
Today he told me they are now boyfriend/girlfriend, and that today is her birthday. He asked if I'd get her a gift. What????? Seriously???
But, hey, I'm a sucker for a) a nice Ryan and b) anything sweet. So I said....fine.
I went to Target, looked around forever, and realized that I have no clue what to buy a fifth grade girl. So I texted Ryan's friend to talk to Ryan since Ryan was at his friend's house, and he has no cell phone. I said, "What should I get her?" He texted back, "A necklace." Huh?
Well I was not willing to pay a lot for a necklace, and I was most certainly not going to buy a heart necklace. Feeling defeated, I finally said a cute little necklace that had no hearts. Get this...it was $2! Ha!
He was happy, my pocket book was happy, and when they are broken up in a week, I won't even care.
I probably shouldn't even have done it, but I remember getting a gift from my boyfriend in the 5th grade. They were a used pair of his sister's earrings. Tacky!
Today he told me they are now boyfriend/girlfriend, and that today is her birthday. He asked if I'd get her a gift. What????? Seriously???
But, hey, I'm a sucker for a) a nice Ryan and b) anything sweet. So I said....fine.
I went to Target, looked around forever, and realized that I have no clue what to buy a fifth grade girl. So I texted Ryan's friend to talk to Ryan since Ryan was at his friend's house, and he has no cell phone. I said, "What should I get her?" He texted back, "A necklace." Huh?
Well I was not willing to pay a lot for a necklace, and I was most certainly not going to buy a heart necklace. Feeling defeated, I finally said a cute little necklace that had no hearts. Get this...it was $2! Ha!
He was happy, my pocket book was happy, and when they are broken up in a week, I won't even care.
I probably shouldn't even have done it, but I remember getting a gift from my boyfriend in the 5th grade. They were a used pair of his sister's earrings. Tacky!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
3rd grade
Kate is in third grade. What has recently become part of life with a third grade daughter is girl drama. For the last few weeks, I pick Kate up from daycare, and she tells me all about the fighting that happens between her friends. From what I can gather, Kate has a group of friends. Two of the girls in the group are very strong-willed and butt heads a lot.
Kate, thankfully, has made it very clear that she wants no part in the fighting. She has avoided the drama, and I am proud of her. Today, though, she said that one of the girls said something mean to her for being friends with the other girl.
Now let me remind you all that Kate is normally very sensitive. She is tender hearted. So I half expected her to tell me in the next breath that her feelings were hurt. Nope! She totally blew it off. She said, "Mom I just ignored her. I don't want to fight with either of them, and so *** and I are trying to play alone now. I don't want to get in trouble."
Maybe her motivation is that she doesn't want to get in trouble with her teacher, but I am glad that she is able to a) avoid the fighting and b) blows off rude comments to try to get her upset.
Who would have thought that this would be happening so early???
Kate, thankfully, has made it very clear that she wants no part in the fighting. She has avoided the drama, and I am proud of her. Today, though, she said that one of the girls said something mean to her for being friends with the other girl.
Now let me remind you all that Kate is normally very sensitive. She is tender hearted. So I half expected her to tell me in the next breath that her feelings were hurt. Nope! She totally blew it off. She said, "Mom I just ignored her. I don't want to fight with either of them, and so *** and I are trying to play alone now. I don't want to get in trouble."
Maybe her motivation is that she doesn't want to get in trouble with her teacher, but I am glad that she is able to a) avoid the fighting and b) blows off rude comments to try to get her upset.
Who would have thought that this would be happening so early???
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