First of all, I will as always apologize for not updating sooner, but if you lived in this household, the only free time I get is when I sit on the toilet and usually that isn't always alone either.
I have an amazing, intelligent 14 month old who is beyond a doubt the littliest SHIT there is. Currently I am yelling at her every 15 minutes (most times less) for hitting, pinching or tormentering her 3 year old brother who cries because she is hurting him. She looks at me and laughs and that just makes Tyler cry harder while inside I am snickering. I used to get so frustrated at Tyler when he was her age (I was pregnant also) and say "Kara will NOT act this way" Tim would respond with "Nope, I'm betting she's worse" I always ignored his comment but just the other day I looked at him laughing and crying all in the same sentance and said "Damnit, you were right and I hate you for it" I spent all last week on vacation, yelling at my DAUGHTER, not the 2 boys, KARA...little sweet KARA MICHELETTE, who has grown quite the vocabulary of "get", "go", "no" "dog" "kaka" "paci" "baba" and any other word you say to her and say "Kara say...." and she will repeat it, believe you me. I know I haven't updated in a while, but I will go back to last week on vacation.
I spent Friday at my parents with just Kara and Brandon, we went for a walk to "show her off" to all of Grammy's friends. Two of the friends worked in the big grocery store in Croghan we stopped there to say hello when all of a sudden Kara spotted the banana's...a.k.a "bonnas" well didn't she freak so mommy bought her one. We traveled along to Big Grammy's house and on the way we finished our "bonna" and wanted more so she proceeded to eat the skin, all while saying KaKa, Big Grammy was on her way to church so we turned around and started to head back home to eat a snack, but only Miss Thang wanted another bonna...so back to the grocery store we went a bought another bonna! You would think by seeing her that we never feed her, I keep telling her "skinny baby, this WILL catch up to you"
On Saturday...well, Saturday....long story short, Grammy and Grampie came over to watch Kara while Daddy and Mommy went out to celebrate Mommy's bday. Sadly Mommy and Daddy went out to eat and went grocery shopping...sad...I know!
On Sunday we got all pretty and went to church, then ventured a highway to Syracuse (Central Square, ((West Monroe)) ) to have dinner with my family. The kids did well, but thanks to mother nature is was decent enough outside for the kids to play outside. Kara was into everything, included my bday cake, but with a little prevocation.
Monday and Tuesday were a blur when along came Wednesay...we started packing for our trip and getting stuff around. Let me just note that while on vacation it didn't matter what time Kara went to bed the night before or what time she woke up (one morning 10:00) at 11:30 she was ready for a nap...God love her routine.
**side note, Tyler and Kara are actually getting along, in Tyler's exact words, "Mom, look at your daughter, mom look, your daughter hugging me."**
We set out on Wednesday at 7p.m. (after daddy went to school for a couple hours) for Lake George to the Great Escape Indoor Water Park/Lodge. Lets just say from Watertown to Port Leyden Kara did nothing but vocalize that she was there, we would give her her paci...she would throw it. I finally got so mad I made Tim yell at her, it was at that point a game that I wasn't playing. Not a good start to vacation. She eventually fell asleep but as soon as we got off the exit in Lake George, she was singing like she was wide awake. We got to our hotel room and got settled at 10:30...surprisingly after claiming her room and scoping out her territory she went to bed without a problem.
Now the next three days entailed this...and really other than we had a great time all you need to know is "KARA....NO" Kara loved the water and was completely fearless...which scared the hell out of me...she figured out how to climb in her stroller and used it as a toy, she figured out how to climb into the bathtub and she figured out how to climb on top of the air conditioning/heating unit in the room and look out the window at doggies...there were no dogs just birds. She managed to tell her father the first morning we were there..."shhh, dada...shhhh shhhh" she managed to tell everyone and their brother "HI and BYE" but she hated all the looney toons characters.
Currently, the kids are still playing but I thought I would quickly (my blogs never seem to be quick) tell you how my baby is growing up to be quite the big girl. And now as I close, they aren't playing Tyler is showing her (like she needs to be shown, she can do it alone) how to take every DVD out of the cabinet and empty it to the floor.
Goodnight ALL xxoo
Monday, April 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
...what would I do...
The last 2 days have been nothing but bringing my head out of my ass. I can say right now that I have one load of laundry in the dryer and one load in the washer...and they are my last. All of the other laundry is put away and my house is picked up. Yes, it may be 8:23 at night and I have yet to eat dinner (its in the microwave, has been heated up twice) I have to credit most of this on one thing...
My best friend...Marybeth came over Wednesday night after her class and sat down with me and made a list. She of all people know and get to listen to how overwhelmed I am and with her working on her Masters in Psychology she decided to come after the kids went to bed and help me with a list. This list, just on a piece of plain computer paper, is the best thing. We sorted out room by room what needs to be done and the frequency, then we highlighted, different colors, who does this...Tim, Me, Brandon, and Shared chore. I felt better after she left and was excited to start. For example, each night after the kids are in bed and before I go to bed take all the laundry and put it in the washer and wash it...the next morning when I am ready to walk out the door, start the dryer (yes I had quite the anxiety about letting my dryer run while I'm gone, but I'm still working on getting over it) when I get home from work take it out, fold it and go put it away to get ready for the next nights. So far, day one went wonderful. Although we were behind again (you wouldn't believe the amount of laundry a family of 5 goes through...I was doing it once a week...overwhelming) Tonight she came over to watch the kids while Tim and I ran some errands (DMV, Stores, etc) While I was gone, she prepared dinner, fed the kids, did my laundry and did my dishes...she didn't stop, she helped me put it all away and pick up my house...then she left. I feel so much better, maybe because she helped me, but because I vowed never to get like this again. Tomorrow we are working on a chore chart for Brandon, because he is old enough now to have responsibility, he wants things, he needs to show us that he can be responsible for things.
Thought I would share that I am almost out of my funk...its been 2 weeks...and tomorrow hopefully is the last...things are starting to look up...thank you so much for the help...
Mom, your annoymous comments always make me cry...thanks for always being that rock that is just a phone call away!!!...you deserve this vacation more than anything!
My best friend...Marybeth came over Wednesday night after her class and sat down with me and made a list. She of all people know and get to listen to how overwhelmed I am and with her working on her Masters in Psychology she decided to come after the kids went to bed and help me with a list. This list, just on a piece of plain computer paper, is the best thing. We sorted out room by room what needs to be done and the frequency, then we highlighted, different colors, who does this...Tim, Me, Brandon, and Shared chore. I felt better after she left and was excited to start. For example, each night after the kids are in bed and before I go to bed take all the laundry and put it in the washer and wash it...the next morning when I am ready to walk out the door, start the dryer (yes I had quite the anxiety about letting my dryer run while I'm gone, but I'm still working on getting over it) when I get home from work take it out, fold it and go put it away to get ready for the next nights. So far, day one went wonderful. Although we were behind again (you wouldn't believe the amount of laundry a family of 5 goes through...I was doing it once a week...overwhelming) Tonight she came over to watch the kids while Tim and I ran some errands (DMV, Stores, etc) While I was gone, she prepared dinner, fed the kids, did my laundry and did my dishes...she didn't stop, she helped me put it all away and pick up my house...then she left. I feel so much better, maybe because she helped me, but because I vowed never to get like this again. Tomorrow we are working on a chore chart for Brandon, because he is old enough now to have responsibility, he wants things, he needs to show us that he can be responsible for things.
Thought I would share that I am almost out of my funk...its been 2 weeks...and tomorrow hopefully is the last...things are starting to look up...thank you so much for the help...
Mom, your annoymous comments always make me cry...thanks for always being that rock that is just a phone call away!!!...you deserve this vacation more than anything!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Let the Hormones Flow
There really is no other way to put this other than, "this fetus is kicking my ass" I have looked so forward to this point, to start, NOT feeling crappy but I just do. I am not happy with myself in so many ways. I want so badly to remember this pregnancy as my last in so many ways, but our lives are just so hectic and I don't think that it's fair to Kara or the boys for that matter to have our lives be just about this baby and not them. I am upset with myself that I'm starting my 2nd trimester at the weight (heavier) than I was the night I went into labor with Kara. I remember that number so vividly and I never wanted to see that number again, but I hit it Jan. 28th, 2008. I am not there and a tad more today. I know it's only going to get worse and I hate the fact that it is. I know that I will remember the good parts but it just bothers me.
With Brandon in Pee Wee Wrestling now, it's hard for me to find time to go to the gym. I used to swim 3 times a week, but I find myself going less and less and I hate that too, but on the other hand am excited that Brandon found something he liked to do. I think after tonights practice the little kids and I are going to start walking for the hour that Brandon is at practice outside. It was so nice out tonight that I just hate sitting in that basement smelling sweaty boys and girls. Hopefully I can keep to that promise and start doing that. Then I come home and it's so overwhelming. I feel with working full-time, coming home, making dinner, going to either swim or something for the kids and coming home and ready to crash I get nothing accomplished at all during the week. I have almost accepted that fact, but it still puts me in a bad mood to see a "messy" house. I feel like since this new carpet has gone in I have done nothing but vacuum it. It is darker than the last but catches everything. But it's Monday, no doubt I will be "bitching" about it still on Friday and it will get done Saturday. I can honestly say looking into the weekend that we have nothing planned, but again, our lives changes so quickly. I would love to get outside doing "outside" work but again, things change so quickly. I was lucky enough to have cleaned well in the livingroom. The upstairs is the main focus now and I just need to make it 6 more weeks to find out the sex of this baby and the work can be done.
I've "petered" out for the night, I'm off to bed early as this morning Tyler decided that 530 was time to raise and shine. Hoping for a better Tuesday
With Brandon in Pee Wee Wrestling now, it's hard for me to find time to go to the gym. I used to swim 3 times a week, but I find myself going less and less and I hate that too, but on the other hand am excited that Brandon found something he liked to do. I think after tonights practice the little kids and I are going to start walking for the hour that Brandon is at practice outside. It was so nice out tonight that I just hate sitting in that basement smelling sweaty boys and girls. Hopefully I can keep to that promise and start doing that. Then I come home and it's so overwhelming. I feel with working full-time, coming home, making dinner, going to either swim or something for the kids and coming home and ready to crash I get nothing accomplished at all during the week. I have almost accepted that fact, but it still puts me in a bad mood to see a "messy" house. I feel like since this new carpet has gone in I have done nothing but vacuum it. It is darker than the last but catches everything. But it's Monday, no doubt I will be "bitching" about it still on Friday and it will get done Saturday. I can honestly say looking into the weekend that we have nothing planned, but again, our lives changes so quickly. I would love to get outside doing "outside" work but again, things change so quickly. I was lucky enough to have cleaned well in the livingroom. The upstairs is the main focus now and I just need to make it 6 more weeks to find out the sex of this baby and the work can be done.
I've "petered" out for the night, I'm off to bed early as this morning Tyler decided that 530 was time to raise and shine. Hoping for a better Tuesday
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Here we go again
So lately, all I have been thinking about is names. Just like my last pregnancy I have a boys name all picked out, but am struggling with a girls name. We had girls names picked out for Kara, but they changed every other week. We had McKenna, Kennady and settled with Kara. I thought we were all set with this babys name as we had picked it out before we found out I was preggers (yes...I'm that weird, I have always been the type of person to choose names way before. I think I had my first child named at the age of 5 and that was Mallory, also my baby dolls name. NOTE: just ran that by Tim...that name is a no go. ANOTHER NOTE: Brandon just ran by Claire and Tim ignored him...I do like that one...hmmm.
Back to this story. I started to cry today because in 8 weeks (which doesn't sound like a long time, until you say 2 months, I will be finding out what I am having. I have been having a hard time with this pregnancy because this will be my last and I want to cherish every moment so this will be my last child I will be naming. The problem seems to be that the names I like are names that people we know already have. I even called up one of our friends today and said, would it be too weird for the kids if I named the baby Lily? (He name is Liliana) She laughed and said she wouldn't mind, it would probably confuse the kids though.
So as I babble on, I'm stressing already on the names, not sure what we will end up with but until then I will continue to search names.
Back to this story. I started to cry today because in 8 weeks (which doesn't sound like a long time, until you say 2 months, I will be finding out what I am having. I have been having a hard time with this pregnancy because this will be my last and I want to cherish every moment so this will be my last child I will be naming. The problem seems to be that the names I like are names that people we know already have. I even called up one of our friends today and said, would it be too weird for the kids if I named the baby Lily? (He name is Liliana) She laughed and said she wouldn't mind, it would probably confuse the kids though.
So as I babble on, I'm stressing already on the names, not sure what we will end up with but until then I will continue to search names.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Slacking
It seems the only time I can find the time to write on here is when the kids are fast asleep and when I've been sitting at the desk writing out bills and I don't want to go sit down because I will surely fall fast asleep.
Things have been going wonderful. Kara continues to amaze me everyday with something new. She turned 13 months old yesterday and she has completed so many milestones in a month. We have gone from wobbling to walking fine to running, yes my peanut is running all over. The doctors said on Friday when she went for a re-check for her bronchitis they said she's so tiny, she hasn't even reached 20 pounds yet. My response to them was, spend a day at my house and watch her try to keep up with her brothers. The more she eats, the more she runs, and the more she burns it all off. I joke with people and tell them that she is never full, we have to tear her away from the table because she would sit in her highchair and eat all night long, she never gets bored. We actually have to cut her off!!! She mimics us in everything that we do, her endless shaking of the head to signal something she is eating is "good", he neverending kisses and her constant falling and her responding with "ohhhh". Tonight on the way home from my parents, Tim and I were listening to the radio and it happened to be our wedding song, well from the backseat we hear her singing along, babbling away, I think we both got teary eyed while we listened to her "sing" her song! I just have to mention as well that Kara has found a new obsession with DOGGIES. Her favorite word and favorite animal by far...I have yet to video her excitement when she sees one, but Friday I was able to take her to the pet store in the mall, I didn't have my phone out quick enough to catch her expression...it will be imprinted in my mind for a while...it was priceless!
Tim continues to go to school and bust his @$$ until May. We are so proud of Daddy for his hard work but at the same time, soooo ready for May so he can be home with us and we can incorporate him into our family routine.
Brandon is in the "girl" world now. He has been chatting with a girl who's in his grade for about a month now everynight...sometimes 2 or 3 times a night (we have to put a stop or they would talk ALLL NIGHT). Well Friday Kayla called and she asked Brandon to spend Saturday with her at her house, so I of course played the parent-role (which I should mention that it doesn't seem that long ago I was asking my mother to go to someones house) and said, "well I need to talk to her mother" thinking that it would trigger these young children to say, nevermind, but nope....on the phone her mother came. We informally introduced ourselves and I said the kids wanted to get together and she said, yup I was thinking tomorrow for a couple hours. So of course we let him. I was shocked and surprised. They are only 9...almost 10, but still...so I called Daddy and Daddy laughed and was as shocked as I was. So Saturday came and he got up early, showered, brushed his teeth and God love him, came downstairs with "play" jeans on (the ones with holes in them)...Mommy dearest quickly said..."oh, no" in the meantime I folded laundry to find clean school jeans and before Daddy got home from work to take him, I cut his hair and he "gussied" all up for his "girlfriend" That's Brandons life, but he is doing wonderfully in school and the only stipulation is that he continues to do well or the phone will get taken away.
Tyler has excelled in school to where I have to attend a meeting this week to have him de-classified as a preschool child with a disability. Tyler has come so far in such a few months that they see no reasoning to keep him labeled. This is wonderful and I am so proud of Tyler for doing so well in school, but I have to admit on the other hand we will be paying more for Tyler's school tuition, but we are also looking and exploring our options. It is so easy for Tyler to come to school with me every morning and not make the extra stop every morning, but on the other hand, I'm always looking for ways we can save money. He continues to see his mother, but that will soon be dwindling hopefully. Tim filed paperwork on Wednesday of last week to have her rights suspended until an investigation into Heidi's household is complete. This is another long story that would take me awhile...but I'm sure everyone gets the jist...she's an unfit mother and we just won't stand for that little boy to be treated that dirt. To her, he's just money in her pocket! Sad, I know!
Nothing new in my life...I'm putsing along...feeling chubby as ever. I'm tired but I find if I keep myself going I don't tend to fall asleep. I've been having trouble sleeping at night, something I experienced toward the end of my pregnancy with Kara, but I talked to the doctor and I'm more than able to take Tylenol P.M. I will only be taking it when Tim is home with me though. It's always a given that I don't sleep when Tim is not home, and I don't think that will ever change, unless of course if we ever move in with my parents (JUST KIDDING MOM) I'm beginning to accept this pregnancy more and at the same time I'm a little saddened that this will be my last pregnancy. I want to cherish every moment but at times, I find it hard to pay attention to this person growing inside me, when I have this amazing little girl that I need to give my attention to as much as I can before this baby is born. It's hard, I find myself reading every magazine article in the Parenting Magazine and every online article on Babycenter.com.
Everything will be ok...I'm convinced. Our lives are starting to get on track, we have some major goals accomplished, some so close ahead and we continue to look forward as our family will be complete in 6 short months!
Things have been going wonderful. Kara continues to amaze me everyday with something new. She turned 13 months old yesterday and she has completed so many milestones in a month. We have gone from wobbling to walking fine to running, yes my peanut is running all over. The doctors said on Friday when she went for a re-check for her bronchitis they said she's so tiny, she hasn't even reached 20 pounds yet. My response to them was, spend a day at my house and watch her try to keep up with her brothers. The more she eats, the more she runs, and the more she burns it all off. I joke with people and tell them that she is never full, we have to tear her away from the table because she would sit in her highchair and eat all night long, she never gets bored. We actually have to cut her off!!! She mimics us in everything that we do, her endless shaking of the head to signal something she is eating is "good", he neverending kisses and her constant falling and her responding with "ohhhh". Tonight on the way home from my parents, Tim and I were listening to the radio and it happened to be our wedding song, well from the backseat we hear her singing along, babbling away, I think we both got teary eyed while we listened to her "sing" her song! I just have to mention as well that Kara has found a new obsession with DOGGIES. Her favorite word and favorite animal by far...I have yet to video her excitement when she sees one, but Friday I was able to take her to the pet store in the mall, I didn't have my phone out quick enough to catch her expression...it will be imprinted in my mind for a while...it was priceless!
Tim continues to go to school and bust his @$$ until May. We are so proud of Daddy for his hard work but at the same time, soooo ready for May so he can be home with us and we can incorporate him into our family routine.
Brandon is in the "girl" world now. He has been chatting with a girl who's in his grade for about a month now everynight...sometimes 2 or 3 times a night (we have to put a stop or they would talk ALLL NIGHT). Well Friday Kayla called and she asked Brandon to spend Saturday with her at her house, so I of course played the parent-role (which I should mention that it doesn't seem that long ago I was asking my mother to go to someones house) and said, "well I need to talk to her mother" thinking that it would trigger these young children to say, nevermind, but nope....on the phone her mother came. We informally introduced ourselves and I said the kids wanted to get together and she said, yup I was thinking tomorrow for a couple hours. So of course we let him. I was shocked and surprised. They are only 9...almost 10, but still...so I called Daddy and Daddy laughed and was as shocked as I was. So Saturday came and he got up early, showered, brushed his teeth and God love him, came downstairs with "play" jeans on (the ones with holes in them)...Mommy dearest quickly said..."oh, no" in the meantime I folded laundry to find clean school jeans and before Daddy got home from work to take him, I cut his hair and he "gussied" all up for his "girlfriend" That's Brandons life, but he is doing wonderfully in school and the only stipulation is that he continues to do well or the phone will get taken away.
Tyler has excelled in school to where I have to attend a meeting this week to have him de-classified as a preschool child with a disability. Tyler has come so far in such a few months that they see no reasoning to keep him labeled. This is wonderful and I am so proud of Tyler for doing so well in school, but I have to admit on the other hand we will be paying more for Tyler's school tuition, but we are also looking and exploring our options. It is so easy for Tyler to come to school with me every morning and not make the extra stop every morning, but on the other hand, I'm always looking for ways we can save money. He continues to see his mother, but that will soon be dwindling hopefully. Tim filed paperwork on Wednesday of last week to have her rights suspended until an investigation into Heidi's household is complete. This is another long story that would take me awhile...but I'm sure everyone gets the jist...she's an unfit mother and we just won't stand for that little boy to be treated that dirt. To her, he's just money in her pocket! Sad, I know!
Nothing new in my life...I'm putsing along...feeling chubby as ever. I'm tired but I find if I keep myself going I don't tend to fall asleep. I've been having trouble sleeping at night, something I experienced toward the end of my pregnancy with Kara, but I talked to the doctor and I'm more than able to take Tylenol P.M. I will only be taking it when Tim is home with me though. It's always a given that I don't sleep when Tim is not home, and I don't think that will ever change, unless of course if we ever move in with my parents (JUST KIDDING MOM) I'm beginning to accept this pregnancy more and at the same time I'm a little saddened that this will be my last pregnancy. I want to cherish every moment but at times, I find it hard to pay attention to this person growing inside me, when I have this amazing little girl that I need to give my attention to as much as I can before this baby is born. It's hard, I find myself reading every magazine article in the Parenting Magazine and every online article on Babycenter.com.
Everything will be ok...I'm convinced. Our lives are starting to get on track, we have some major goals accomplished, some so close ahead and we continue to look forward as our family will be complete in 6 short months!
Monday, February 16, 2009
9 weeks and counting...
Yes, I know, I'm only 9 weeks. I can't believe that's it, but all in all it's okay! Last week was pretty much whilwind of sickness throughout our house. I was off 2 days last week, although I actually attempted to go to work and as soon as they heard me coughing they sent me home. I guess it's better than chancing the kids to sickness and having it loop around and us catch it again!
I spent a couple days just vegging out and catching up on sleep, or so I thought! We got caught up on a lot of stuff and planned our Valentines Day Festivities. Long story (they usually are) short Brandon stayed with us this weekend (his "mother's" weekend) and we made it a family V-day! We woke up Saturday morning and headed out to Syracuse to go Furniture shopping. We arrived in Syracuse a little later than expected (Miss. Kara wanted to sleep in) and spent about an hour and a half in the furniture store, we found what we wanted and dickered a little bit on the price and we were out of there. We went over to Great Northern and looked around, had a pretzel for lunch because we were anticipating a big dinner at OLIVE GARDEN...we met up with my cousin, her hubby, and daughter chatted with them for a while and joked at how busy OG would be...well needless to say, I called OG around 5p.m. and it was a 2 hour wait to eat. Well that royally pissed me off so I just said lets go home! On our way back to 81N I decided to call around and we ended up at Spaghetti Warehouse...what a great place, we want to go next time when it's not so busy...
Hope everyone had a great Valentines Day.
xxoo
I spent a couple days just vegging out and catching up on sleep, or so I thought! We got caught up on a lot of stuff and planned our Valentines Day Festivities. Long story (they usually are) short Brandon stayed with us this weekend (his "mother's" weekend) and we made it a family V-day! We woke up Saturday morning and headed out to Syracuse to go Furniture shopping. We arrived in Syracuse a little later than expected (Miss. Kara wanted to sleep in) and spent about an hour and a half in the furniture store, we found what we wanted and dickered a little bit on the price and we were out of there. We went over to Great Northern and looked around, had a pretzel for lunch because we were anticipating a big dinner at OLIVE GARDEN...we met up with my cousin, her hubby, and daughter chatted with them for a while and joked at how busy OG would be...well needless to say, I called OG around 5p.m. and it was a 2 hour wait to eat. Well that royally pissed me off so I just said lets go home! On our way back to 81N I decided to call around and we ended up at Spaghetti Warehouse...what a great place, we want to go next time when it's not so busy...
Hope everyone had a great Valentines Day.
xxoo
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Mixed Emotions
So much has happened in our lives in the past 2 weeks there is no way I can relive it all and type it all down. Most everyone knows but long story short...Tim lost a AWESOME Friend and Co-worker Jan 30th to a senseless act and our lives will never be the same when Daddy walks out the door.
Now that I've started I don't think I can stop...my husband helps people he shouldn't have to let his guard down when he goes into a house to help someone ailing of pain or suffering. My husband is not in the military nor he is a policeman who both have extensive training with guns to protect themselves along with the proper equipment. I often laugh when people ask me what he has for protection and I say...scissors. And honestly up until this happened Tim never carried scissors with him. I understand what military and police officer's wives go through now, but never did I ever think living here in the BIG city of Watertown would we ever have to worry about Daddy working...yes I do occasionally get worried on Friday and Saturday nights but since this...it's just no sleep at all worried. And the moral to the story is that those military wives and police officer's wives chose to marry those men in those professions. I married my man because I love him, I'm proud of what he does and I could go on. Never, ever in my life did I think I would have to worry this much. I'm sure it will fade but not anytime soon. That is one week I never want to relive. Granted, it's not over for Tim, he still has the "what if's" and the "well's" and I'm sure he will for a long time. I got the pleasure of doing a trip with Mark during my pregnancy...I have to share...When I was pregnant and working at Guilfoyle doing Trips I got a call the night before to be in quarters at 8a.m. that I was taking a gentleman from Alex Bay to Syracuse for a doctors appointment and back home. Already knowing that would be a long day I asked the dispatcher who my partner was, he said Mark Davis...a new kid. I said great the new kid everyone is complaining about, he wears his hat backwards, he just looks like a doof and he is probably useless.
I learned more about Mark Davis that day than I can tell you. Mark introduced himself to me when we got to quarters, Mark asked me how I was feeling (he knew I was prego) he told me that he personally knows this guy and he will take care of most of the lifting for me. Well when we walked into this guys house little did I know he had no legs was completely on life support and definitley needed 2 people. Mark and I lifted this guy and he kept his eye on me. Noticing that I gaged a few times because of the smell he made up this excuse for me to go get something in the bus, he winked and I knew he told me to go outside to get fresh air. I drove on the way down while he monitored the patient and when we got to the appointment we chatted while this man was in his appointment. He asked me how I was feeling and if I could handle monitoring him on the way back (this was the rule at GEMS) I said yes, and he said well if you can't I have no problem doing it. All the way home he kept asking how I was because he knew this man stunk!!! He even stopped in Central Square at Burger King to let me get fresh air! I was so pleased to have gotten to go with Mark that day. Just an all around nice guy, I was so honored to know him and call him my friend. He will forever be honored and missed in this home.
My next quick topic before I hit the couch is this Octuplet mother...normally I'm not a TV watcher but today was different, today I laid in bed all day feeling like I was either going to deliver this baby TODAY or die...I was watching Dr. Phil and all I have to say is WHO CARES HOW MANY KIDS SHE HAS....she doesn't have the Dugger's beat yet...yes John and Kate and the Ferrill Five...yes...but honestly I could care less. I'm glad she doesn't live in our state because even though we don't pay child support for Tim's Ex...we pay for her to have Food Stamps and Housing, etc...(I really shoudn't be that way) I couldn't possibly imagine paying for this lady who has no job, no husband and lives off her children's Social Security Disability. But on the other hand, my great Christian self comes out and says no...it's kind of wrong that she is doing this, but again the next breath says who cares...apparently she only did it for the publicity which is ethically wrong in my book.
xxoo
P.S. anyone else noticed that Kate Gosselin just looks horrible and not so down to earth anymore??? She's trying to hard on her image. Again, noticed that on Dr. Phil today. I do give these woman credit because they have 8 and 14 respectively I can't even manage the 3...almost 4 I got...poor kids get called the wrong name all the time!
Now that I've started I don't think I can stop...my husband helps people he shouldn't have to let his guard down when he goes into a house to help someone ailing of pain or suffering. My husband is not in the military nor he is a policeman who both have extensive training with guns to protect themselves along with the proper equipment. I often laugh when people ask me what he has for protection and I say...scissors. And honestly up until this happened Tim never carried scissors with him. I understand what military and police officer's wives go through now, but never did I ever think living here in the BIG city of Watertown would we ever have to worry about Daddy working...yes I do occasionally get worried on Friday and Saturday nights but since this...it's just no sleep at all worried. And the moral to the story is that those military wives and police officer's wives chose to marry those men in those professions. I married my man because I love him, I'm proud of what he does and I could go on. Never, ever in my life did I think I would have to worry this much. I'm sure it will fade but not anytime soon. That is one week I never want to relive. Granted, it's not over for Tim, he still has the "what if's" and the "well's" and I'm sure he will for a long time. I got the pleasure of doing a trip with Mark during my pregnancy...I have to share...When I was pregnant and working at Guilfoyle doing Trips I got a call the night before to be in quarters at 8a.m. that I was taking a gentleman from Alex Bay to Syracuse for a doctors appointment and back home. Already knowing that would be a long day I asked the dispatcher who my partner was, he said Mark Davis...a new kid. I said great the new kid everyone is complaining about, he wears his hat backwards, he just looks like a doof and he is probably useless.
I learned more about Mark Davis that day than I can tell you. Mark introduced himself to me when we got to quarters, Mark asked me how I was feeling (he knew I was prego) he told me that he personally knows this guy and he will take care of most of the lifting for me. Well when we walked into this guys house little did I know he had no legs was completely on life support and definitley needed 2 people. Mark and I lifted this guy and he kept his eye on me. Noticing that I gaged a few times because of the smell he made up this excuse for me to go get something in the bus, he winked and I knew he told me to go outside to get fresh air. I drove on the way down while he monitored the patient and when we got to the appointment we chatted while this man was in his appointment. He asked me how I was feeling and if I could handle monitoring him on the way back (this was the rule at GEMS) I said yes, and he said well if you can't I have no problem doing it. All the way home he kept asking how I was because he knew this man stunk!!! He even stopped in Central Square at Burger King to let me get fresh air! I was so pleased to have gotten to go with Mark that day. Just an all around nice guy, I was so honored to know him and call him my friend. He will forever be honored and missed in this home.
My next quick topic before I hit the couch is this Octuplet mother...normally I'm not a TV watcher but today was different, today I laid in bed all day feeling like I was either going to deliver this baby TODAY or die...I was watching Dr. Phil and all I have to say is WHO CARES HOW MANY KIDS SHE HAS....she doesn't have the Dugger's beat yet...yes John and Kate and the Ferrill Five...yes...but honestly I could care less. I'm glad she doesn't live in our state because even though we don't pay child support for Tim's Ex...we pay for her to have Food Stamps and Housing, etc...(I really shoudn't be that way) I couldn't possibly imagine paying for this lady who has no job, no husband and lives off her children's Social Security Disability. But on the other hand, my great Christian self comes out and says no...it's kind of wrong that she is doing this, but again the next breath says who cares...apparently she only did it for the publicity which is ethically wrong in my book.
xxoo
P.S. anyone else noticed that Kate Gosselin just looks horrible and not so down to earth anymore??? She's trying to hard on her image. Again, noticed that on Dr. Phil today. I do give these woman credit because they have 8 and 14 respectively I can't even manage the 3...almost 4 I got...poor kids get called the wrong name all the time!
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