I Made a Wrong Turn in Albuquerque

"Hey Lisa, I think I'm in Tennessee!" This was a joke when I called my friend...I kept driving and was wondering if I would hit TN or MS first. When I finally called my friend to find out where the heck her house was...I got directions, turned around and saw the "Welcome to Alabama" sign. (I knew was in trouble when there was a sign with "Nashville" and a right arrow!)

I give up on google directions and my Tom Tom GPS system. This is the second time in 8 days technology has let me down. Tom Tom couldn't find Donna's house last week so I thought I would do the "old-fashioned" method and get google driving directions...Google left out a very important right turn.

On the bright side, we did make it to Lisa's (thank you cell phones, see not all technology is evil) and the kids played in the country. I sat on a sunporch and indulged in my Starbucks tea...okay, I am not a true country girl and I take pleasure in city comforts like drive-thru coffee houses with real brewed iced tea.

And the best news? I made it home without ending up in Mexico.

My BFF

I just read my BFF's blog and what a treat...she liked the soup recipe I gave her. I almost thought she didn't like it when I started the sentence...just like life, you gotta wait 'til the end before you are able to come to a conclusion.

I can't believe her sons are old enough to leave the nest. It seems like yesterday we were all hanging out on Sharon Drive, trying not to let our children drown at the pool, stressing over what to wear to the next "function" and trying not to let the petty squabbles get to us.

It seems like yesterday A had his deep little voice wearing nothing but a tee shirt and a diaper.

My first intro to my BFF was at the "Welcome to Test Pilot School" ice cream social. We arrived at the social at the same time and BFF was getting her young ones to tow the line...it came in the phrase "If you do that again I will have to remove an appendage." I had to go home and look up the word "appendage." Which brings me to the question "Which appendage?"

BFF has the funniest sense of humor and she is so gosh

darn pretty. I am going to have to go find her toga picture for this post. BFF has been with me through thick and thin and I am thinking of her today since I went to Barnes and Noble and had a blast with the card she gave me for Christmas...the Girl gives the best presents...Y'all should be so blessed to have such a BFF. Time to go find her picture to perfect this post.

Okay, I couldn't find what I was looking for but BFF stripping Kruz...close enough.

Saturday

This is luxurious...I am home alone...absolute quiet. What a great day, a little trip to Starbucks (gift card courtesy of a fabulous friend) and I ran into two friends. It was a double treat, tea AND friends. I dropped off my 80's wedding dress to the Thrift Shop...My eldest looked down her nose at the thought of such a hideous dress and my youngest, I think is going to be too tall. Just to assure you that my snobby daughter isn't too snobby I will have to come back and insert a picture of the dated dress...(my computer with all the pics is on the sick side...this is bad since I already uploaded my Xmas pics and deleted the camera's card, oops.) I am using my daughter's laptop...and this is fun since it is a laptop and I can pretend I am Queen and put my feet up while patrolling the internet. What was I talking about...oh yes, my wonderful day. After dropping off my past at the Thrift Shop, I headed to Barnes and Noble to spend another gift card from another wonderful friend. I love it when my wallet is full of gift cards. I digress again. I found a book written by Stephen Ambrose. The "Pigeon" books were depleted so I guess I will have to back to Barnes and Noble on another day. That just breaks my heart...not.

Now I have a tough decision...after rotating the laundry and putting the clean sheets on my bed, do I watch Band of Brothers part 6 or read my new book? Decisions decisions.

Merry and Bright

Ah, Christmas...that wonderful time of year when kids are excited and parents are exhausted. This year's Christmas is different. Life is different. I shouldn't have wrote that...my brain just froze up...so let's just review the past week. We had rain. I almost forgot what rain looked like until this past month. The drought has been so severe that I began to feel like I was back home in the desert again. I enjoyed the rain. I like the creeks that have appeared. I like seeing the kids in rainboots and my son kicking the water so it hits the passing cars. I keep waiting for one of the cars to circle around and kick up water all over him. Fair is fair.

We went to our church party hosted by the nicest couple who will probably never open up their mansion to all these people again. I am sure they are impressed that a hundred people can stand in their rec room without falling down to the basement. I am guessing the builder received a thank you note first thing Monday morning. I am not sure they were too wild about the little person who decided to toss their Christmas cookies in the rec room. Fortunately, the cookies hit the back of a person with a very mellow personality. I am glad it wasn't me or there would have been two people tossing their Christmas cookies in the rec room...I did take over coffee duty because these hundred plus people like their coffee. Unfortunately for them, I don't drink coffee...I have no idea how the stuff tasted that I brewed up...I wonder if the plants in the home were fertilized with a bunch of undrunk coffee. I think these people were so cold they didn't care what it tasted like as long as it was hot. When it was time to go, it took me 20 minutes to find my kids. I would need a bullhorn if I lived in that house. I think Donna is going to get a bullhorn for her birthday.

What else? We went to church...it was the first time I was told to sit during the Alleluia chorus of Handel's Messiah. I am still perplexed over that one...then there was the Christmas Eve service and somehow the first verse of Silent Night disappeared. Now I am really confused and I am blonde...not hard to do.

We went to dinner after the Christmas Eve service and M began talking about the "Gator" and suddenly the sister in charge of buying a "Gator" lets out a gasp...Someone has forgotten her assigned gift. I knew I should have bought the gator online...it even had a leash. Okay...time to do the mom punt. I am going to have to come back and insert a picture of his face when it was time to open the "Gator" box. He wouldn't do it. He was afraid it would bite. I had to open the box. (It didn't seem to bother him that I could get bit..."Go ahead, let Mom do it") I had to let out a couple screams and now the expression is priceless on his face. He slowly walked over to find out what was really in the box. I had to confess...I lied. He asked if it was a trick and I said "Yes." I like the word trick better than lie...

Now it is time to get the kids to sleep so Santa can put the bike and scooter together. I just got them to relax and get that far away look in their eyes when their sister arrived with her computer so they can look and see where Santa was...The only way to get them to relax this time is for me to climb in bed and turn the lights off. I fell asleep. It is a good thing I have elves.

H woke up at 5:30 and tried sneaking downstairs to see what Santa brought...I had to rein her in...she had to wait until almost 7:00 for M to wake up. I like to torture my children.

The kids were thrilled with Santa and proceeded to ride the bike and scooter in the house and bounce from toy to toy. Did I happen to mention Christmas is stressful?

It is now 10 something in the evening and it is time to crawl into bed. I am watching my children sleep and listening to them breathe. So sweet. My children look angelic, their faces are the definition of innocence...Oh, by the way, two and a half hours ago, H climbed up and got some scissors and M gave himself a haircut with those scissors. Perhaps when I wake I will have figured out a way to re-attach his beautiful blonde locks...Most importantly, I hope my energy battery will have fully charged during the night. I have a feeling I am going to need it for tomorrow.

My H

My H was a complete surprise. After many miscarriages, infertility treatments and acceptance of never having a second child...along comes my little H. When I realized I was really irritable, I -mean I-R-R-T-A-B-L-E (and I'm not an irritable person...for the most part) I went to the BX and got a pregnancy test. After many wettings of the little sticks with no positive outcome in the past, the little positive sign didn't exactly fill me with joy. I decided as soon as I miscarried this one I was going on the pill...who needs another roller coaster of emotions when you're 39?

I got on the phone, found a high risk OB/GYN, made an appointment, went to the appointment, had the ultrasound, no heartbeat, been there done that. The doctor offered a D&C on Monday or I could take a prescription to induce the miscarriage. I am a wimp with drugs and surgery. I opted for the old fashioned way of doing the miscarriage. I would just let nature take its course. The doctor told me to come back for another ultrasound if nothing happened by Friday.

L/R spent the week praying for the baby's heart to beat. She reasoned if God could bring her cat home, he could make a heartbeat.

I spent the week I at the gym trying to speed things along. I did a lot of rowing that week. Friday came. No miscarriage. I went to the doctor's office and only the nurse was working that day. She started the ultrasound and was still keying the information when my husband said "There's a heartbeat!" The nurse turned it up really loud so our 12 year old in the waiting room could hear it...my husband went to go get her so she could actually see the heartbeat.

H progressed nicely. My Little H is always in a hurry so she decided to come in January and not be the little Valentine baby her due date indicated. She came three weeks early and spent two of those weeks in the NICU. What a start. I had a c-section (that is a whole other story/blog) and the first thing our little H did when she entered the world was to bite the doctor. We all went back to the recovery room and that is when things started going downhill. H was anemic. They couldn't get a good blood sample. H could not breathe. H had a mass on her liver. It was awful. I was feeding her three nights later and the nurse started giving me discharge instructions. She said "You'll have to watch a CPR video since we had to bag her on Tuesday." WHAT???? No one said anything about her being bagged. Not once, not twice but three times she was bagged. You just got to love the military care system. (another story/blog)

After three weeks, H came home with a heart monitor. We only had false alarms from a wire coming loose now and then. What a fighter, my little H.

H will be 7 next month and if you look at her, you would never know what a rough start she had in life. She is extremely affectionate, highly dramatic, and very protective of her older sister and little brother. And she is healthy, really really healthy. What a blessing.

Birthday Lunch

Today I got to find out who my real friends are...or who likes Mexican food so much they will brave the raining cats and dogs weather to celebrate the "I was robbed" birthday group.

The idea for the birthday lunch came from our lovely pastor's wife...who conveniently didn't show. (Little does she know what we have planned for her when she returns from her trip that she "had to get ready for." She'll be sorry.) Susan picked up where Lynn left off and Kathy, Lisa, and me had a wonderful lunch. I am still protesting Lisa's inclusion since technically, she was never robbed. Her mom made sure she had birthday and Christmas presents AND they were wrapped in the appropriate paper!

My family was truly worn out by the time my birthday rolled around. My brother had a birthday on the 9th, my dad was the the 15th, my grandparents (both sides) had anniversaries on the 23rd, then there was Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and then my birthday. No one really felt like celebrating. I did get a Barbie cake one year...My aunt came over on Christmas night to help my mom bake it. I remember it was turquoise (yeah, I know, let's not discuss what decade it was). The cake never saw the light of day. I had brothers who devoured Barbie's skirt before the sun came up...I got up and found a naked Barbie lying on the plate where the cake used to be.

Today was much better. Who cares if Lisa and myself decided to go get arrested so we could get some uninterrupted sleep, gym time, library time and watch some TV? Yep, that's the kind of conversation we had...how to get even with Lynn and how to get away from kids. Happy Birthday.

Perfect Timing

Today was one of those days when it didn't look like anything was going to go right but everything did. God's timing is perfect.

Last week's Christmas Program was canceled for bad weather and re-scheduled for this morning. (Today's weather really isn't much better) As it turned out, my PreK student had a dentist appointment on the other side of town so he wasn't going to be able to attend and I would miss my 1st grader's recitation and singing. I sent my proxy, L/R for the big event. I dropped off H at 0800 and headed to the other side of town. I thought I would hit my favorite grocery store, Fresh Market since M's appointment wasn't until 0900. I got off the exit and found the power was out on that side of town. The shopping trip was not going to happen. I headed towards the dentist not sure if they would even be open due to the power outage. One block before the dentist there was an operable traffic light. Voila. Power.

We arrived 30 minutes early to the dentist and were ready to wait it out. They were able to get M right in since they sent all of the 0800 appointments home because the power was out and it had just returned. Perfect timing. M had perfect teeth, a perfect polish, received two Red Robin certificates, a toothbrush and we were out the door. We travelled through the fog and drizzle and made it to the Christmas Program on time. M got to sing and I was able to watch H. Perfect timing.

I left the Prek through First program to discover I was trapped by the 2nd through 5th grade parents. The parking was nuts and people did not engage their brains when parking their cars. Many of us were stuck because exits were blocked by cars. I felt sure I was going to be stuck until the second program ended. I was in the perfect location to see my dear friend, Susan, and we struck up a conversation while waiting for a path out of the school. A path cleared and we decided to hit Starbucks while waiting for the 1130 release of PreK. Coffee/tea and no kids. Perfect timing. And thanks to Susan for treating me to my tea. :-)