Thursday, December 16, 2010

Bless & Release

Jackie couldn't be any sweeter if she tried.  Now I say this with a smile because she certainly has her days where she tries my patience--behaving like I would expect her to behave when she's 16, but overall, she's just one heck of a girl.  So, yesterday my girl had a bad day at school.  For whatever reason, tho she IS Daddy's girl, Joel just irritates her at times like this & she finds it really difficult to be serious with him, so she asked to talk to me.

According to my 8 year old, her friends were being really "nasty" to her at school.  The school has "wizard wows" which are rewards for being good & you can use the little coupons each Wednesday to purchase things off the "Wizard Wow" cart.  My girl, being 8 in a 40 yr old body, has chosen to save her wizard wows for something big, like lunch with her teacher or the principal and she has not purchased ONE thing all year so far.  Yesterday, the girls in class saw her pile and started accusing her of stealing other people's wizard wows.  And, according to Jackie, they wouldn't believe her that she'd just saved them all year, calling her a liar.  When I asked her how that made her feel, she rolled her eyes and said, "Mom!  How would it make YOU feel?"  Well, duh. 

Anyway, we spent some time just talking about this and I gave her a few suggestions--tho she didn't like the one where I offered to just come sit next to her at school for the rest of the year.  In the end, I told her about "blessing & releasing".  I told her to be honest with them and tell them that she didn't steal them (like she already tried to explain) but if they don't want to believe her then she can't be friends with them right now.  And to move onto other children in the class that will make her feel good at the end of the day.   She seemed to like this idea. 

Did I give her the right advice?  Who knows...it's HARD being a mom, dangit! 

But, today is a snow day so she's home.  I hope, as 8 yr olds often do, these girls will have forgotten all about their accusations by the time they return to school tomorrow and all will be well in the 2nd grade.  But, if not, I wish my girl happiness in her heart as she works through the facts of life at school.  Seriously, why won't she just let me come sit by her everyday?

Monday, December 13, 2010

Funnies

I wanted to just share a couple funnies on this Monday morning--the things my kids say that just make me smile!

Let me set the scene:  I am home alone feeding the kids a delicious dinner of spaghettios & cucumbers on TV trays in the family room while talking on the phone with my dad.  (This was during kitchen remodel so we were avoiding the mess of that room)  I have given each child his or her plate of food & a juice box to drink, but I forgot to pass out the eating utensils and they were laying under a pile of napkins on the couch.  I'm a bit distracted as I am trying to do 15 things at once...

Jackie starts freaking out "I can't eat!  I can't eat my food!" 

Me:  "Why not?"

Jackie:  "I don't have any tupperware!"

Me:  "What?" 

Jackie:  "How am I supposed to ear my spaghettios with no tupperware?!?!"

Me:  "Silverware?"

Jackie:  "Oh yeah, silverware"


Scene 2: The 24/7 Christmas Song station is playing in the kitchen & we've been singing along all day.  The song Let It Snow comes on....

Josie (with huge eyes & a smile from ear to ear with excitement):  "I remember going to see this movie at the theater with Grandma & Grandpa!"

Me:  "We did see a movie at the theater with Grandma & Grandpa.  But it was Singing in the Rain."

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Time

I don't usually buy the magazines at the grocery store checkout line, but yesterday I picked up People, with Elizabeth Edwards on the cover.  I brought it home & while the children played in their rooms & Joel was away at work I read it from cover to cover.  The five page article about Elizabeth Edward's battle with cancer made me sob.  What an amazing woman.  I haven't been able to get her out of my mind...

"The only thing we have control of is how you spend the time, that precious time."--Elizabeth Edwards, 2006

This morning my family piled into our bed & sang Christmas carols at the top of our lungs before we got up for breakfast.  It is my hope that during the hectic chaos of this holiday season each of you takes some precious time with your loved ones, doing something completely fun & memorable--and share it with me here!

Friday, November 12, 2010

What do YOU do?

I get this question everytime I meet someone new.  Now let me just start by saying that being a mom is a full time job.  It's a thankless job that does not pay NEARLY enough.  I knew when we found out that we were pregnant for the first time that Joel HAD to get a job so I could stay home with my baby.  As luck would have it, 4 short days after I peed on the stick, he got the DC gig.  I stayed home with Jackie for a year.  It was H.A.R.D!  Not only to be a new mom, but to get into a routine in a new town with a kid that did nothing but eat, sleep & poop.  I felt like I needed something more...for me.  So, that next fall I went back to work--first just to substitute as needed and as I wanted to.  But then I got a call that one of the elementary schools in the county needed an extra Kindergarten teacher.  And K. is where my heart is for teaching...so I took it.  It was fun, don't get me wrong.  But I drove 45 minutes to and from work every single day.  My first day of teaching was literally on Jackie's first birthday.  And then after 2 weeks of being back at work, my babysitter bailed on me.  I had to take several days off to find a new childcare situation.  The whole thing was a nightmare. 

Then I began working in the evenings and weekends with a company I had started shopping with over the summer before going back to teaching.  I did it from home, on my time and was paid for my efforts.  I enjoyed every minute of it and started hoping for snow days so I could work from home MORE!  Now I know that sometimes home businesses have a bad reputation--and there are many scams out there.  I've talked to more people who have been ripped off over the years & it's sad.  But I love what I do & after Josie came along, I quit teaching to pour all my efforts into my business.

It's challenging--to say the least--to get respect from certain people about what you do when you have your own home business.  I talk to complete strangers daily who don't know me, don't trust me, still have skepticism about what I'm telling them.  That rolls off my back because I really can't blame them.  However, it's those people you've known forever who don't respect what you do that kinda takes your breath away for a moment.  And I say a moment, because it really IS just for a moment.  I am confident about what I do and won't let anyone take that away from me. 

You see, I am still an educator.  And when I talk to people--friends, family, or complete strangers--I talk to them to help THEM.  It's truly about educating as many people as I can.  A stranger may not believe that of me right away and again, I can't really blame them.  They don't know me.  BUT if you DO know me and you still think I'm just talking to you to make a quick buck you are sorely mistaken.  I love providing a little extra income for my family.  I love driving a car that my company makes the car payments.  But I don't chase down my friends & family to only make a buck.  It's a genuine concern.  Just like when I was a teacher and I had a student who needed some extra help in school.  I didn't call the parents to schedule an appointment for a conference because it made ME more money or helped MY resume.  I called those parents in to educate them on the situation involving their child and what they do with that information was up to them--just like the information I share now. 

Now I'm rambling, on my soapbox.  Sorry...let me just say this.  It took guts for ME to quit teaching and pour my heart and soul into this business.  Joel & I have had many heart to hearts about this and he has been my #1 fan and supporter from Day 1.  If you have ever taken the time to let me share my company with you, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.  What you DO with that information is out of my control...but thank you for letting me educate you.  Fear of home based business is real because there ARE scams out there.  But if someone you know--someone you've known for YEARS--approaches you out of concern for you and your family, take the time to hear them out.  And if I personally happen to come to you--know this.  I am not going to chase you or try to convince you to do something you don't want to do.  If I have come to you & addressed a concern, I assure you it is genuine because I think I have a way to offer you a solution to some problem I've seen you having.

I've been able to help well over 600 families in the past 7+ years.  Some came to me because they wanted to make money and be home with their kids.  Some needed to find a solution to health issues their child or spouse was having.  I've talked to probably 5x's that many people but 600+ families found an answer here.  You can't find the answer if you don't look at all the options.



Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Perspective

Perspective:  a specific point of view in understanding or judging things or events.

This word has come to mind several times in the past 4 years.  This week it's one of Jackie's vocabulary words at school.  It amazes me that some people make it to adulthood with the "bubble" they live in & the things that actually come out of their mouths.  I guess it takes all kinds to make the world go round? 

Last summer I got a tattoo.  I honestly never wanted a tattoo.  But after my cancer journey decided it would be sometihng to serve as my "badge" of survival.  It was a gift to myself and I love it!


Just before I went to get it, I had someone say to me, "On your ankle?  That's gonna HURT!  Omygosh, are you sure you want it on your ankle?"  Hurt?  It's gonna hurt?  Let's get some perspective here--just weeks before this conversation I had my stomach cut from hip bone to hip bone and all the skin removed from my right breast, then replaced with the skin & tissue from my stomach.  I was in the hospital for 4 days, couldn't walk standing up straight for about 3 weeks and had 4 drains hanging from my breast and hips for 2 weeks.  A needle coloring on my ankle bone for 30 min is gonna HURT? 

I am also trying to gain an appropriate perspective going into my 60 mile walk next week.  I admit that I have lacked in training this year--I can give excuses, but I won't.  I am just not ready physically.  While talking with my team about blisters that we will most likely get within the first 5 miles (AHHHH!), I will have a mind over matter battle putting that "pain" into perspective.  Little J is still in the hospital undergoing treatment for her lukemia--she's been there for over 2 weeks now.  She's only 3 years old & being stuck with needles daily without a way to understand WHY (tho NONE of us can understand WHY).  When those blisters are bulging & the shin splints are screaming and my feet are cramping next weekend, I assure you that I will go further than I want to for little J.  She doesn't have a choice--neither will I.  

It's all about perspective. 


Friday, November 5, 2010

November 5

For the first 19 years of my life November 5 was just another day--one day closer to my favorite holiday, Thanksgiving.  Then I met my dear friend, A, my sophomore year of college and learned it was her birthday.  For the next 7 years it was the day I got to wish A a Happy Birthday.  In 2004, my lovebug, Josie Mae, came into the world on November 5.   Now she shared her birthday with someone I love so much--an amazing day!  In 2007, November 5 was the day after I gave birth to Bubba Boy and we celebrated Josie's 3rd birthday.  One year later, on November 5, my worst fears began to unfold. 

It was 2 years ago today.  Joel had been home from fall tour for a few days & I had found a lump.  How could I have POSSIBLY found a lump when I had a bilateral mastectomy & implants, you might wonder?  Well, it was there, in the skin.  And I saw my surgeon on November 5--Josie's 4th birthday.  First he claimed he couldn't find the lump and asked me to point it out.  Then he assured me it was scar tissue & did an ultrasound in the patient room.  But, he decided to send me to radiology for a better ultrasound and further testing--just to make sure.  He sent me off with these words "Either they'll tell you it's scar tissue and you need to come back in 6 months for your next checkup OR they'll tell you it's nothing.  I'll probably see you in 6 months!"  For the next 6 hours I went from ultrasound to needle biopsy to mammogram (yup, it was a "pinched" mammo where the poor tech had to hold my implant out of the way to get a visual of the lump...very interesting).  The radiologist who read my films that day was the same one who told me in June of 2006 to have my first lump removed.  She came into the room & I was reading a Women's Day magazine.  The look on her face told me all I needed to know.  She sent me back to my surgeon to schedule a biopsy.  I didn't need to wait the next 7 weeks for the biopsy results to find out--I knew that day. 

November 5, 2008 was just the beginning of our second cancer tour. November 5, 2010 has been a completely WONDERFUL day with cupcakes at school & a friend home on the bus, dinner out & ice cream sundaes for dessert.  It's amazing to me how one day can hold so many memories and meanings for you while giving you so many mixed emotions. 



November 5--Happy Birthday A & Josie Mae and thank you to the docs who spent so much time with me on this day 2 years ago to make sure I got the best advice possible so I can see many more November 5 in the future.   

Monday, November 1, 2010

Month of Thanks

Today my head has been swimming with thoughts.  My morning started with a trip to the doc with my little man.  It was his 2yr/3yr old well baby checkup.  Why 2/3yr you ask?  Yes, I FORGOT to take him for his 2 yr old checkup.  FORGOT.  I admit, that in my multiple trips to the doc for preop appts, surgeon for post surgery appts, urologist for kidney stones, lab for xrays & MRIs on my foot in the past 16 months, I let it slip my mind that my little guy may not be up-to-date on his vaccines.  SO, today we went for his 2/3yr old appointment and I have said thank you more than once for the clean bill of health. 

You see, while sitting at this particular appointment I got a text from Joel informing me that friends of ours were sitting in a hospital room with their 3 yr old daughter undergoing treatment for lukemia.  When I got home, I had an email update from my neighbor's niece regarding her 5 yr old's MRI test today and clinical trial starting on Thursday for his inoperable brain tumor.  And then a coworker asked for prayers as a 20 yr old child of her friend undergoes treatment for her 3rd round of cancer, currently planning her wedding as it is her only wish as they fear a devistating outcome for her. 

November is the month of thanks.  And on November 25 we will sit around our dining room tables and say thanks for all that we have.  I am thankful that I have a beautiful family & amazing friends.  I am thankful that I can say I am a survivor.  But I am mostly thankful for the little people in the world--like H, J & K--who remind me that I can be a better person as they are fighting a fight I will NEVER know or EVER understand.  My heart is with these 3 families tonight and through this month of thanks as everyday is truly a blessing.  Thank you for touching my life in more ways than you can possibly know. 

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Family Traditions

It's coming into the big holiday season & with the holidays come family traditions.  It's interesting to me, looking back, that as our family dynamics have changed, some of our traditions did as well.  Now that Joel & I have our own little family here, we've started a tradition--not really related to the holidays, but happened to fall just before the holidays this year--The Great Wolf Lodge Adventure.

Now, let me tell you the Great Wolf Lodge is a great family place.  We were introduced by friends back in 2005--Jackie was 2 1/2 yrs old & Josie was just 5 months old.  We took a weekend and drove to the Williamsburg location, which was brand new at the time.  It happened to be Mother's Day weekend and also my birthday when we went, so Joel had called ahead and surprised me with both a full body massage AND pedicure in the spa at the lodge.  I was still teaching full time then.  Joel had just gotten home from a 2-3 week tour, during which time I was still teaching, had both girls in the evenings and Josie was still nursing at night.  It had been a rough couple of weeks.  And he was so apologetic when he told me the only appointment for a pedicure was at 8:00.  Seriously?  On my first weekend with my husband home & my first opportunity to sleep in, I had to get up for an 8am pedicure?  But the thought was SO sweet, I couldn't complain & Saturday morning I woke up, showered, dried my hair and slipped out of the room while everyone else was still sleeping to get my feet pampered.  When I got to the spa down on the 1st floor, the doors were locked and all the lights were out.  There was one woman behind the desk inside so I knocked on the door.  When she came to open it, I told her I was there for my 8:00 appointment, to which she replied "We don't open till 9."  Hmmmm...after a quick look at her appointment book, she discovered that my sweet husband had misunderstood and the pedicure was for 8:00 P.M.  After MY apologies, I took the elevator back up to our room and walked in just as the troops were rising for the day.  I did not get to go back to sleep--instead enjoyed much fun at the water park that day and after dinner got to slip away for a delightful appointment with a quiet young lady who painted my toes pink that night.  When I returned to the room, both girls were asleep and hubby was waiting on the balcony with wine in hand.  What a sweet man.

Our tradition is that we have gone back every year.  We've just returned from our 6th trip to the Great Wolf Lodge.  The girls are getting braver with every visit.  And while some things are the same--many things change.  We joked this year about what age they will be when they'll be too old to go to the Great Wolf Lodge with mom and dad anymore.  I dread that day...but I savor all the sweet memories we're making each year on our traditional trip.  I hope one day we'll be able to keep the tradition going with extended family--as we take our kids AND grandkids to the water park for 3 days of SO MUCH FUN!

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Daddy's Boy

Daddy's Boy


Note the blue marker--his favorite color--on his arms and cheeks.  You cannot see the solid blue palms of his hands, but they're there too.  

Yep, it's only Day 3 of tour...

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Let the Fun Begin...

So, another October equals another tour.  Another month of fall festivals, pumpkin picking & carving and costume creating as a "single" mom.  Now, my hats off to the single moms out there...those who raise their kids alone for months at a time while Daddy is deployed and those who are true single parents doing this Mommy or Daddy thing solo.  This isn't a piece of cake & you are my heros...

Today actually went rather smoothly.  We started with Joel's alarm going off at 6am which woke up everyone in the house--earlier than necessary.  I love my husband, but the man has no idea what it means to be quiet when the rest of the house is still sleeping.  By 6:15am, he's said goodbye to me 4 x's and I have 2 extra little bodies in my bed with another awake & dressed in her room.  Let me just add here that I don't do mornings--I have a mug that has a picture of Tinkerbell saying "Mornings Are Not Magical."  This did not set me in the best mood, but it DID mean we were not rushed to get to the bus stop. 

Jamison & I had a great day--we went to his exercise class, we had lunch & after his nap we took a walk to get the girls from the bus stop.  That's when it got exciting.  Basically, the rest of the night went like this...rush Big J to horse riding lesson, fight with Middle & Little J to get back in the car.  Drive home for a short check into email while Little J successfully rips one door off family room entertainment center.  Drive back to get Big J.  Fight with Little J to stay out of mud, leave the big rocks on the ground, get in the car...drive back home.  Throw frozen pizza rolls in oven & sit Big J in kitchen to work on homework while Middle J sits in dining room working on homework.  Fight with Little J to keep him from playing with oven door, microwave buttons & radio timer.  Dinner on the table, everyone enjoying dinner, jump up after about 3 bites to answer phone call from mortgage company calling to schedule closing date for refinancing that Daddy J has been working on for the last several weeks.  Explain situation of hubby out of town & agree to call him to get some answers.  Meanwhile, all Js want MORE food, Momma!  Reheat oven, watch my food get cold & try to keep cool as hubby answers phone and explains that he can't get me my answers right then because HIS food--which has been prepared FOR him & which he does not have to SHARE with anyone of a single digit age--has just arrived at the table.  I kept my cool, but also got what I was calling for, no doubt.  While talking to mortgage company again, I stop the race that has begun down the hall.  More hot pizza rolls for Big & Middle J but too hot to eat right away.  Off to shower & baths....then finish homework & reading for the read-a-thon fundraiser.  Oh then the phone rings again--and it's the lady scheduled to meet Joel for closing tomorrow...again, when I call him to give him her number it's not really a good time. This time he's at the liquor store.  But he doesn't bother calling me back--he just requests a text with the info I was going to give him on the phone.  To his defense, it IS hard being on tour... 

8:30 my children are finally in bed.  Momma's exausted.  And we've only got 1 day down...there are still 20 to go...I'm waiting for the "fun" to begin!

Friday, October 1, 2010

Getting Ready for October...

The Love/Avon Army of Women (AOW) is a unique program of the Dr. Susan Love Research Foundation, a 501 (c) 3 non-profit breast cancer research organization. The program is funded through a grant from the Avon Foundation for Women. The AOW provides an opportunity for men and women to take part in breast cancer research studies aimed at determining the causes of breast cancer—and how to prevent it. The AOW is a groundbreaking initiative that connects breast cancer researchers via the internet with women who are willing to participate in a wide variety of research studies. The goal of the Army of Women is to recruit ONE MILLION MEN AND WOMEN of all ages and ethnicities, including breast cancer survivors and those who have never had breast cancer.

How can we cure something if we don’t know what we’re curing? Plain and simple, the Army of Women hopes to STOP CANCER BEFORE IT STARTS. By enlisting ONE MILLION WOMEN to participate in breast cancer research, we will be able to finally take the research out of the lab and look at real women. This will enable us to finally find the CAUSES of breast cancer and ultimately figure out how to prevent it all together. BILLIONS of dollars have been spent on breast cancer research to date, but we still don’t know what CAUSES it. While many advances in treatment have been made, our goal is to eradicate it once and for all, by preventing it in the first place. We discovered that cervical cancer was caused by a virus, the HUMAN papillomavirus. The way we discovered the cause of cervical cancer was by studying WOMEN. With a lot less money, and in a lot less time, we now have a cure because we now know WHAT to cure. We need to follow the same path and move breast cancer beyond a cure.

Join today at www.armyofwomen.org.  Together, we can move breast cancer beyond a cure and eradicate it once and for all.


Please watch the following youtube video (that I do not know how to post the right way). And join us in preventing this horrible disease.



Tuesday, September 28, 2010

It Feels SO Good...

To help others. 

Today started with me waking to some pain--more than I've had the past couple of days because I admit to overdoing it a little yesterday.  I'm on a 10 lb or less restriction for lifting and for the first 5 days post surgery Joel was home so he didn't let me lift a finger--at all.  Going back to a normal routine after being pampered, with no adjustments--yeah, I was hurtin' a little.  So that kinda sucked.  The rest of the day was relatively normal, but Jamison was sad when his community center class ended and he didn't want to leave, he was STARVING (in the only way a 2 yr old can starve--dramatically) while at the store for a quick errand, the girls came home with MORE stuff that required me to send in money, homework was a NIGHTMARE tonight & after I cooked dinner I've had both hubby & one child complaining of stomach pains. 

I could've easily decided to go to bed early--cuddle with hubby, catch some TV, rest my aching incisions, etc.  But I knew there were just a couple of calls I could easily squeeze in first--some catching up from last week.  My first call, to someone I've been playing phone tag with for 2 weeks, was the one!   She's the one who made this otherwise sorta-pretty annoying day worth it.  It turned my day around--helping make a change in her life for her & her family, helping her dream & restore the hope to her future, helping her begin a journey that could be the answer to all her prayers.  I love my job.  It feels so good to help others! 

Friday, September 24, 2010

I Am A Mom

I got a card in the mail this week from a friend sending some love & laughter in my recovery...and I wanted to share...

Top 5 Ways you know you are talking to a Mom...

5. She can complete an entire conversation in 1.5 minutes...including hugs & tears.
4.  In the middle of that conversation, she may stop and yell "LOOK!  FIRETRUCK!"
3.  You can't stop staring at the various stains on her shirt.
2.  She has no clue what's happening in the world, but can tell you every detail of her child's bowel movements.
1.  She frequently forgets what she was talking about.

So, this card made me laugh because the truth of this was so real yesterday when I was on the phone with my single, doctor sister.  She was telling me about work and the residents she's working with & the disecting of skin & other tissue samples...and then my turn came telling her what's going on in my world.  My story was about Jamison sitting at the kitchen table drawing with his sister when he screamed "Uh Oh" and as Joel grabbed him to run to the potty a big round turd fell on my kitchen floor.  To which Jackie responds--"That smells like horse poop....and kinda looks big enough to BE horse poop too!" 

Yep, welcome to my world...I am a mom.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Guest Blogger: Jacquelynn Sue Wealer

This is the story my 8 yr old wrote in her new birthday journal last night.  So far she has 3 adventures of these horses, but this one is the beginning where they meet.  I have added some punctuation that she didn't have so you could feel the flow of the story, but all of her spelling is genuine to her writing...Enjoy!

The Advengers of Penny, Mary & Black:  The New Friend



One day Mary was grazing in the field.  She loves to eat! 

 "Hey Mare!" cried Penny, who was trotting near by.  "Why don't we go an adventure?"

"There's a new horse in the barn," said Mary.  She started to graze again.

"Let's go!  Let's go!" shouted Penny.

Well that just ruined my breakfast, thought Mary.  They galloped to the barn.  The new horse was sleek black with a orange rope around his neck.  He bucked and kicked.

"Hi," said Penny.  She started to walk fourth...

"WAIT Penny!" cried Mary.  She stopped Penny.  "He could be dangres"

The horse stopped kicking.  "Sorry," he said.  "I'm just a little nerves.  My name is Black.  What's yours?" 

The girls just stared.  "Your so big!" said Penny. 

"Well, I'm half mustang half I don't no."

"My name is Penny," said Penny. "And this is my friend Mary.  We call her Mare for short."

"You guys have pretty names," said Black. 

"You have a handsome name!" The girls said together!

"Will you do me a favor?" Black asked.

"Sure" said Mary.

"Will you get me out of this stall and try to choo this rope off my neck.  It's killing me!"

Mare started chooing on the rope around his neck and Penny was undoing the lock.  When they finished their tasks, Black jumped in excitement.  "What do you guys want to do?" he asked. 

"We could race each other to the field!" said Penny.

"Great ida!" said Black.  "On your marks, get set, GO!!!"

The End



Monday, September 13, 2010

Angels...

Today I was taking my morning walk and listening to Candy Colburn sing "Pink Warrior."  This is the song that inspired my blog name & my 3day team name--Jenny's Army of Angels.  But this entry is not about me...it's about the angels in my life.

                                                            Let me introduce you to Beth.

Back in June of 2003 I was coming to the end of my first year home with Jackie & knew I had a decision to make about work--either find something to do from home or go back to teaching.  Enter Beth.  I requested info from her from an advertisement online about working from home & she called me up, this complete stranger from PA.  She got me the info & I jumped right in with both feet.  She offered so much support and we became fast friends.  I worked with her for nearly 2 years before I got to even meet her in person.  Before we met, I learned so much about and from her.  She suffered from diabetes from childhood.  Legally blind she could not drive herself and worked from home. After a failed kidney transplant years before we met, she required a shuttle to take her to & from her dialysis treatments 3x's a week.  About a year and 1/2 after we started working together she called me from the hospital to tell me that they were amputating her leg.  That month she advanced her business FROM THE HOSPITAL to the level where our company pays for a new car!  And just a few months later, in April 2005,  I got to meet her for the first time in person.  Beth was recognized that night at our regional business dinner and she asked her hubby to wheel her over the stage in her wheelchair to accept her awards so she wouldn't risk losing her prosthetic leg while trying to walk with it!  I nearly spit my drink across the table when she said that! 

Fast forward another 2 years--we've become the best of friends. She adopted a little girl in between my daughters' ages and we talked parenting, business, husbands, family...every night at 11pm she'd hide in her bedroom closet while her husband slept and we'd share an ice cream sundae over the phone while talking about our day.  The day I found out I had cancer I was alone at the hospital--we truly weren't expecting any bad news.  After calling Joel from the patient room to tell him why I'd be late getting home, Beth was my first phone call in the car--I knew she'd understand.  She said, "We'll get thru this.  What can I do for you?" 

Beth was there through my first diagnosis, surgeries and treatment.  During that time, I actually advanced MY business to the point where I got MY car & she was the one who made the call to tell me with my mentor from the home office.  We celebrated and I got to make the exclusive all expenses paid trip to the home office just 2 months after my final surgery, in February 2007.  When Joel & I checked into our room that first night, there was a box on my bed.  It was a charm bracelet from Beth--engraved with the date of my advancement & my initials.  I never take it off.  I returned from my trip on Saturday.  Monday night she invited me to share with her entire team my experience...she was like a proud momma.  The following Sunday morning her husband called me & gave me the most unexpected news that Beth had passed away overnight.  Only 2 weeks later we found out she'd sent me an angel--we were expecting our 3rd baby in November.  

As Candy's Pink Warrior song says "She's a Pink Warrior...got an Army of Angels marching around with her..."  Not only do I have my team of walking angels and the many angels who support me in so many ways here in my everyday life, but I have my angel Beth up above making life a little easier knowing she's on my side. 

Sunday, September 12, 2010

The Other Side...

For the first time in the 15 years we've been together, I was on the other side of the patient/caregiver relationship with my husband.  He's held my hand & endured being called nasty names during my 3 child labors.  He sacrificed a cozy bed at home just so I had some company for 12 full days in the past 3 years during different overnight hospital stays.  He's been my advocate--whether it's insisting to the nurse that I am, in fact, progressing faster in my labor than they think I am, demanding a pillow for my head after a bilateral mastectomy or fighting for appropriate time off from work to help me with my recoveries.  He's pretty much my knight in shining armor, so I had alot to live up to. 


Yesterday, Joey had his vasectomy.  And while I teased him that he would get NO sympathy from me, I admit that I would rather have done it for him.  I just can't stand seeing anyone I love in pain.  So, I was the loving wife who got up at 6:30 am to take my man to his procedure at the National Naval Medical Center.  After sitting in the pre-preop area where we've been together so many hours before (tho in reversed positions & ME complaining of hunger pains), it was finally his turn.  They told me he'd be an hour and 1/2--while the actual procedure was only 20 min, the ER prep requires more time than usual.  I had a nice walk around the base, stopping for some lunch & a quick stroll thru the base exchange.  When I returned to the hospital, it was only a few minutes before I got the call on my cell that he was ready and waiting. 

We didn't make it home until after 2pm.  It had been a long day.  I got him all set with his peas on the couch while he settled in for some football.  My job was to keep the kids away from him, switch out his peas as they started to thaw and make sure he had a fresh beer as needed.  He got a home cooked dinner of meatloaf, mashed potatoes (not even the instant kind--these were the peel, boil & physically MASH kind!), green beans & garlic bread then went to bed with some tylenol with codine to make his night pass smoothly. 

I am happy to report that he's been quite the trooper--so much better than I ever am as HIS patient!  But it's been quite the experience being on the other side...

Thursday, September 9, 2010

I learn something new EVERY DAY...


Today has been a learning experience in my house.  I have learned that 2nd graders can be very sensitive & competitive--teaching life lessons is HARD & it's heartwrenching to look at those big blue eyes with the gigantic tears and the only thing I can say is, "Sometimes that's just the way life is."  I learned that a full day of school for a 5 year old is almost too much for her to handle & by the end of even a short week, we're bound to have a meltdown or seven.  And most importantly, I learned that potty training the boy really IS Daddy's job. 

Today I decided that I'm not fighting with our almost 3 year old son to MAKE him sit on the potty--when he's ready, he'll be ready.  I talked to him before his nap, knowing that as soon as I put on his clean pull up he would go poop, and asked him if he likes to go potty in his pants.  He said yes.  I asked him if he wants to wear big boy underwear like his sisters wear big girl panties and he said, "No, I be alright Momma."  He's the third kid...when he shows up at Kindergarten and his friends aren't wearing pullups he'll get the idea and it'll all be good.  BUT, when Joel got home today and I told him his boy hadn't had a poopy yet today, I warned him to listen for him waking from his nap and snag him right away or he'll make his mess and THEN let us know he wants to get up.  And I retreated to my office to do some work.

When I came out awhile later I walked into the living room to find my 2 guys sitting side by side on the couch...Joel with his laptop and Jamison in ONLY a tshirt...watching Oswald.  Now, I know, I know...this is the way A did it with his kid and this is the way J did it with her kid--just let them be naked, they'll learn faster...yeah, yeah, yeah.  But when you walk into your living room and see your 2 year old in all his glory sprawled on your family room COUCH???  Really?  This is the way it goes, huh?  Joel understood my look with no words and just smiled, "See, now he won't be able to poop in his pants!"  To which my immediate response was, "and he better not poop on my COUCH!"  Jamison perked up at the poop talk and chimed in, "no, Momma...you would pank me if I poop on your couch!"  (And let me just add here--for those of you who might be concerned--his "pankings" are mere pats on his backside and nothing to get in a tissy over when they DO happen, so please don't let me mislead you to believing that I beat my children.)  I left the child in his Daddy's care and ran an errand.  Not gone 10 minutes when I get a text that the boy had ASKED to go potty! 

Fast forward about 7 hours--1 breakdown of a sensitive 7 yr old, 1 meltdown of an overtired 5 yr old and 3 trips to the potty ON HIS OWN later, we have had a successful potty night for our almost 3 yr old and everyone is sound asleep in bed.   I am doing everything in my power to get over coming home to seeing him laying BELLY DOWN on my couch in all his bareness & watching him run around the house free as a bird.  I drew the line at dinner--I mean, seriously, he walked up to the dinner table wearing a crown his sister made at school, a tshirt, a beaded necklace & firetruck slippers on his feet (and yes, the light on top lights up when he walks).  He was required to grab shorts, tho he did go commando under them.  BUT, it seems that Daddy is onto something.  Luckily he's home for a few days and can take on this project for himself...it's amazing at my age how many new things you can learn every single day, right in your very own home!  Stay tuned for potty training progress....

Monday, September 6, 2010

Laughter = Health

I got an email today that said recent studies say we need 12 laughs a day just to stay healthy!  So I decided my job is to make you laugh today!  Now, which story is the best to tell?  In trying to decide I remembered another email I got this week telling me to write an entry about my most challenging thing I've encountered this past year and how I overcame it.  I have to say that the past 2 years have been incredibly challenging from a health perspective...here's a couple moments that were both challenging for me & funny now as I look back...



November 2009:  4 days earlier I had undergone an 11 1/2 hour surgery taking tissue from both butt cheeks to create breasts where my implants have been removed.  Joel has spent the 3 nights in the hospital with me and we've just gotten out of the shower where he helped me wash my nappy hair & clean my body--which is a challenge with SIX drains hanging from various areas of my body.  I'm sitting on the chair in the room with a tank top & sweatpants while Joel is safety pinning my drains to my necklace & in walks my doc.  Now, let me just take a moment for those of you who don't know the backstory...Dr. F is a F.I.N.E. looking man.  He played football for Univ. of MD in his college days & he's one of the head plastic surgeons at Johns Hopkins hospital.  Oh, and he loves me.:)  The first time we met him, Joel just came out of the room shaking his head...and I couldn't WAIT to have surgery!  Now, at this particular moment, we've had 2 LONG surgeries together.  And he walks into the room & immediately says, "JEN!  WOW!  Those look GREAT!  Are you wearing a bra?"  To which I reply no.  He comes over, Joel steps back and instantly Dr. F. is feeling, kneading, fondling these VERY LARGE mounds he's created just 4 days earlier...he turns to Joel "Have you felt these Joel?"  And Joey, very uncomfortably says, "Um no, she just had surgery 4 days ago, I don't want to hurt her"  Dr. F. says "NO, you HAVE to feel them!  They feel so REAL!  It's great!  Come feel them!"  All the while, he's still playing with his new creations.  My poor Joey--he's trying to get out of having to feel my new "girls" while still showing respect to the work Dr. F. is so obviously proud of.  Eventually, I assured Dr. F. that he'd get plenty of chances when we got home.  Can you say AKWARD?

March 2010:  As if I hadn't been thru enough medical procedures this year--I'd already had a surgery in Feb, colonoscopy in early March and was scheduled for another surgery in May.  My lil' sis had come to town for a Pathology Conference in DC--she came early to stay with us, then I was to take her downtown on Tues morning for her conference then go back to pick her up on Thurs so she could stay with us the rest of the week.  Tues morning I woke up early with a sharp pain in my lower back.  I thought I'd slept on it wrong and I tried stretching but it kept getting worse and then started to make me nauseated.  By 7am Joel had gone to wake my sister and have her come check it out....you know, she went to Medical School so OF COURSE she can diagnose EVERYTHING!  She loves that.:)  So she came up, tapped on me a bit, asked a few questions and kind of decided it was probably just gas pains, but since it wasn't lightening up she thought we should call the doc.  Since the clinic wasn't open yet, the nurse on call suggested we make a trip to the ER.  Really?  So, Joel called into work, put Jackie on the bus, took Josie to our preschool director's house while my sister threw on her conference clothes w/out a shower and took on the job of driving me to the hospital.  In the meantime, my pain had gotten SO MUCH worse...I had a bucket in the car and was trying to give my sister directions to the hospital.  Now, there's a reason my sister went into pathology for her medical career....the woman, oh how I love her, has a "special" way with people.  And I got to experience her bedside manner first hand.  The whole drive my sister tried to make me laugh--but she wasn't funny.  When we got to the hospital parking lot she flew over the speed bumps, claiming she "didn't see them."  When Joel showed up at the hospital, he asked my sister how I was doing--she says "Um, she's not really in a laughing kind of mood.  So don't try to make her laugh.  She won't think you're funny."  Fast forward to the waiting room after I have been triaged by the nurse & she tells me she suspects this is a kidney stone.  I am bent over moaning in pain--feeling MUCH like I was in labor & my sister is sitting beside me.  I said "WHY?  Why me?  Haven't I been thru enough?!?"  She says, "Well, the cancer at your age was a fluke.  But kidney stones are common for old people.  You're gonna start having the problems old people have now."  SERIOUSLY?  If I hadn't been doubled over in pain with a puke bag in my hand, I would've taken her by her blonde hair & whipped her around my head right there in the waiting room.  Thanks for the comfort, lil' sis.  My mom laughs and says she wishes she'd been a fly on the wall that morning...

So, I guess these both go back to the saying I love best "Laughter is the Best Medicine."  I hope I kept you a bit healthier today.  Have a laugh, or two, on me!:)
   


Sunday, September 5, 2010

SHMILY

A dear friend sent this to me in an email a few weeks ago.  I haven't been able to stop thinking about it and wanted to share.  I admit that I'm a sucker for a good ol' love story but this one touched me to the core...I hope you enjoy it too. 

 My grandparents were married for over half a century and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more. They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whomever was preparing the next meal.  They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring. "Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave "shmily" on the very last sheet. There was no end to the places "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as the furniture. It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love - one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky enough to experience. Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em." Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other. But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' lives: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside. Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone. "Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my Grandmother's funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my Grandmother's casket, and taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew that although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty. S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You. ~by Laura Jeanne Allen~

Thursday, September 2, 2010

"City of Beautiful Homes, Churches, Schools and Parks"

That's the moto of my hometown.  From the day I came home from the hospital till the day I left home for college, I lived in the same house with my family, my "home".  In fact, my dad still lives in that house today.  Home--Jackson is still where I refer to as "back home." 

Just the simple act of pulling off I-55 at the Fruitland/Jackson exit sends a feeling over me of being "back home."  Memories spill & I tell the stories over and over of the round house on the left where I used to babysit the little girl in the wheelchair.  Just a little further on the left is Wib's--quite possibly the best bbq ever, where my dad used to work when he was in school & so weirdly happens to be closed on Mondays.  On the right is the public pool where my mom used to hand my sister & me each $1 and we'd walk from our house and stand in line until they opened at 1pm.  Then Dad would come by after work--around 5--and swim with us for an hour or so before he drove us back home.  Now we're driving past the park--and there's the bridge over the creek where I literally "bridged" each level of girl scouts with my troop.  Oh and the sign--the big Welcome to Jackson sign--that my girl scout troop painted as a community service project in Jr. High & we ended up having a paint fight!  Up just a tad further at the other end of the park now is the basketball court--so many nights Senior year spent watching the boys playing games.  Heading straight into "uptown" now I remember Homecomers every summer just before school started & the lighting ceremony we held at the courthouse steps every Friday after Thanksgiving to start the holiday season singing Christmas carols while my mom played her little electric keyboard.  On the other side of the courthouse is the "corner" where we perfected our turns in band.  It's one thing to see a band march down the street, but how well do they do the CORNER?  And just ahead is the High School--wow so much has changed up there.  Buildings have been added and removed--there are parking lots where there were grass fields and grass where there were streets. 

These are just the memories that come back as we drive down one simple road thru town.  What an amazing place to grow up.  Fortunately we've found a place as close to that here in the DC area to raise our family, but nothing will be the same as Jackson: City of Beautiful Homes, Churches, Schools and Parks.   It's always fun to go "back home."

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Welcome to the world, Little Monkey!

In the wee hours of Sunday morning, my friends L & E had their first baby--Baby Boy L.  Tonight we got to take the family to visit him & I've been ITCHING to get him in my arms!  Wow, what emotions--overwhelmed watching these amazing people caring for this itty bitty little monkey they've created with such love and care, experiencing my own children's amazement as they met this baby that will be growing up alongside them, and remembering my own feelings of holding my first baby nearly 8 years ago. 

One thing I have to say is that Momma L just looked amazing!  Kinda made me mad--I so never looked that good after having any of my children!:)  And holding Baby L was so incredible--none of my children were ever that tiny.  I could just sit and watch him do his little baby movements, make his little faces...

Baby L is so blessed to have parents & grandparents who love him.  There's a whole extended "family" here in Maryland who will be the village to help raise the little man.  I know in the coming months with Grandma & Grandpa staying in town for awhile I will have to fight to get my babysitting time!  But I love it!

There is nothing like a new little person coming into the world.  A baby is born from the dreams of your heart and becomes the love of your life.  I know Baby L is surrounded by love & has made his parents' dreams come true.  Welcome to the world, Little Monkey!

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Commitment

My Webster's New World dictionary defines commitment as a pledge or promise to do something.  I like this definition.  You see, commitment has come up as a topic of conversation alot lately.

For 7 years I have committed my time to my own business.  I commit time from my family, time from watching TV and just simply reaching my personal goals.  It's not easy to be your own boss, set your own goals & hold yourself accountable to yourself!  But I'm committed for my family.  I am committed because I love what I do & I want my kids to know they can do anything they set their minds to.  They have to have a little will power, maybe some stubborness (which I don't think they'll have a problem with) and COMMITMENT!  Jackie has been saying she wants to be a veterinarian since she was 3 yrs old.  Yes, she's gotta lot of life before she makes that decision for sure, but with an aunt who committed her life to medicine, she has a great role model to show her what that commitment means--lots of years of school, little lady!  If she's willing to commit to that goal, I know she will achieve it.

I recently had a conversation with a friend about marriage.  Now there's another commitment that I took 11 years ago.  I've recently been talking to Joel about renewing our vows--maybe have a big ol' party at 15 years!  Wanna come??:)  Well, I realized in attending a couple dear friends' weddings this year that the vows we took in April of 1999 mean something completely different now that we've LIVED them than they did the day we committed them to each other.  I cannot hold back the tears when I hear the traditional vow "in sickness & in health"  All those years ago we never could have imagined how much those words would ring true for us as a married couple.  I want my children to learn that even when there's anger & hard times that our vows were our committment to work through it.  I hope they go into their own relationships in the VERY FAR future with that same dedication.

For the past 3 years I've walked in the Susan G Komen Breast Cancer 3 Day.  This event requires LOTS of commitment!  First of all, you commit to raising $2300 just to qualify to walk!  This was a tad intimidating to me the first time I signed up, but I pledged to make it happen in time & I did.  It never occured to me, it simply never crossed my mind, that I might not get enough money.  I just didn't know exactly how I would do it, but the commitment was there.  Now after you have your qualifying money, it's a commitment of WALKING 60 miles.  That's 60 miles--or 22, 22 & 16 miles for 3 consecutive days.  SIXTY MILES!  I thought it would be no problem--I was in good shape that first year...it's just walking, right?  You know what's harder than walking 60 miles for the first time?  Making a commitment to walk 60 miles AGAIN!  Seriously--because you already know what it's going to feel like...your feet are hurting before opening ceremonies start, your muscles are screaming NOOOO, and your blisters are doing the happy dance because they know they're going to have a party on your feet in just a matter of a few hours! 

Commitment--a pledge or promise to do something.  I'll tell you, these 3 commitments are 3 of the best ones I ever made.  A couple of years ago Jackie started dancing in a new dance studio and mid way thru the year she decided she didn't enjoy it very much anymore.  This was the perfect opportunity for me to teach her about commitment and share my examples--she was already choreographed into the final recital, mom & dad had already paid for her to attend the classes & recital, and she needed to follow thru with the commitment she made at the beginning of the year.  I'm so proud of her--she was the cutest little blue bird in the Cinderella recital.  And one day she'll be able to share that experience of HER commitment with her children. 

Friday, August 27, 2010

Family Movies & Word Families

Tonight we celebrated the end of the first week of school with a family movie.  We had checked out the movie Goonies from the library last weekend so tonight we got to sit down and watch it.  It was made 25 years ago--I still remember going to the movie theater to see it with my neighbors.  My mom still tells the story about my neighbor's mom coming home and being horrified at the language in the movie.  Well....let's just say that I had forgotten how many times they say S%#!  All in all, the girls enjoyed the movie--we had a few great laughs.  It's so fun to watch them giggle.:)
Well, I know my girls know that word is not appropriate.  But, we watched this movie 2 years too late for me to blame it for Jackie's word family incident in Kindergarten.  For those that missed THAT story...I showed up to volunteer for the afternoon and the class was still at recess.  Jackie's teacher, an old coworker of mine, started giggling and said she needed to share a story with me.  She would've called me the night before but knew I was coming in the next day and wanted to see my face in person.  During reading groups the day before they were talking about the "it" word family.  There were 4 or 5 children (THANKFULLY) in Jackie's group working with Ms. K.  The task at hand was to take the dry erase board and add a letter to the front of the "it" to make a new word in the word family.  Someone wrote "hit", another wrote "lit" and then Jackie wrote....yes, you know...."shit".  When Ms. K. saw it she gasped and said "Jackie, do you know that word is not appropriate?"  She smiled and said "Noooo," while another child says outloud "Shit?  What is shit?  What does shit mean?" 

So, yeah, I'm THAT mom.  And that's MY kid.  Thankfully Jackie's teacher has a good sense of humor and I happened to know the mom of the other child who apparently had never heard the word before.  I politely approached her at the next school event and told her if he started saying it at home she could just call and blame me.  Fortunately she just laughed.:) 

So, now Josie is in Kindergarten--word families will be learned this year.  Wonder what stories she'll provide...

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Wow!

Picture this--my green car is parked, pulled front in first in the parking spot and as I approach there's another car backing into the spot on my driver's side.  As I get closer I realize she's REALLY close to my car.  And as I'm upon her front bumper I see her side mirror scrape the side of my car...but she hasn't seen me yet.  So she ever so slyly yanks her mirror to fold it into the car and leaves a white streak of paint from her car on the rear of my green car.  That's the moment she sees me and first she deverts her gaze while mumbling under her breath--something about don't start with me and a few profanities as her window was down and I'm a fabulous lip reader.  I'm just staring at this happening--no look of disqust on my face, no words out of my mouth so her appropriate response at that moment is to shout out her window "Ain't no one touched your car!"  Um, again, I've said nothing.  I've not even given her a dirty look--YET.  So I wait patiently, as I begin to rub the white paint off my car.  She slowly, ever so slowly, parks her car, rolls up her window and then gets her store name badge from her rearview mirror and gets out of her car.  YEP, this here folks is a genuine customer service focused EMPLOYEE of the establishment from where I've just made a purchase!  She tries to avoid eye contact again as she goes around her car, but I stopped her.  I know at this moment that I might possibly be physically assalted in the parking lot of this shopping chain.  I realize that I'm going to be late to pick up Jackie from her horse riding lesson (not like she'll mind) and Joel will have to figure out how to deal with the kids AND pick me up from the police station after giving them my statement.  But she's not gonna side swipe my car--while I'm watching--and then YELL at me that no one did anything!  So I said, very politely of course, "Excuse me.  But you DID touch my car with yours.  See this white paint?  This is paint from your side window.  And there's no damage...the paint will rub right off, but you DID do it and there's just no reason to get so nasty with me."  She said "Oh, sorry." (you know the tone, like a smart a$$ little punk with an attitude) and started to walk off...but no, that's not enough.  I wanted to say like I say with my kids "Sorry for what?" but I didn't.  Instead the mother in me came out, despite that little voice saying "don't do it, just shut up and let it go" I said "I know accidents happen but you shouldn't try to lie about it." And that was too much, I guess becasue she spat "I SAID I WAS SORRY!" and stormed off for her evening shift at work.  Maybe the fact that she was already wearing her employee badge is what kept her from opening up a can on me...WOW. 

Yes, I've written a polite email to the store manager including the make, model and license plate # of her car because I honestly didn't think to look at her name badge and get her name.  I was shaking for the next hour with fury.  Truly, my car is fine.  But that's not the point,  AMERICA!   Man up--when I backed that same car into the house and the other side was covered in white paint from my siding, I didn't try to lie about it.  I didn't place blame on someone else.  I sobbed like a baby for an hour so Joel wouldn't be SO mad at me. 

I am just glad that #1 the accident magnet of a car really ISN't damaged and #2 I didn't make the evening news with the headline "Southern Maryland woman assalted in local store parking lot"...I totally want to be in the news for something better than that!:)

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

I like it, I love it, I want some more of it!

I'm training for the Susan G Komen Breast Cancer 3 Day. This is my third year. The first year I walked because I had just had Jamison & I was ready to get back in shape, but I was just over a year cancer free and wanted to do something BOLD. Folks, there's not much bolder than the 3day. My team of 8 walked in Washington DC over a gorgeous October weekend in 2008. I had a dear friend and her mom FLY from Florida to walk with us. It was such an emotional weekend, one I had not been appropriately prepared for. We had aching muscles, tired feet and blisters the size of Montana! We came home from that weekend satisfied that we'd gotten all we could get from that event. But less than a month later I found a lump. And just weeks after that, confirmation that the cancer had returned. So, in a tearful email, I approached my team about walking with me again in 2009--not even knowing what the year would hold for me in terms of treatment & recovery. Seven of the 8 of us signed up again--but this time we had additional girls join us. After a major surgery in May--4 days in the hospital & 6 weeks of recovery--we walked the 2009 3Day in DC again. This time our emotions were completely different--but we decided now that I had officially kicked cancer's butt twice and was cancer free that we had accomplished our goals with the event & left the final day with the decision that "next year" would be a year of rest.
It's funny how you can have your mind SO SET on doing something, or in this case NOT doing something, and one little thing changes it. A dear college friend had been diagnosed with breast cancer around the same time we found out mine had returned. She had it far worse than me--undergoing a bilateral mastectomy, chemo and radiation before her reconstruction could even begin--and at the age of 33. She sent me a message, just days after our 2009 walk, and said she was taking a team to walk in the 2010 San Diego 3Day. CRAP! The email went out AGAIN--to my faithful team--and there are 5 of us joining my friend H in San Diego this November for 3 more days, 60 more miles and endless amounts of memories. This year I will walk into the closing ceremonies with my pink survivor shirt holding the hand of another dear survivor, H. I had another major surgery with an incredibly long recovery following the decision to sign up for #3. So my training was delayed. 2010 has already brought me 2 more minor surgeries for reconstruction, a kidney stone & bruised bone on my right foot when I fell down the stairs--more delays in training.

Today I walked 3.5 miles on the boardwalk of the bay. Nothing close to the 22 miles we'll walk Day 1 in just 3 short months, but it's a start. And just as my man, Timmy McGraw was singing in my ipod today, I like it, I love it, I want some more of it! I cannot WAIT to get my feet on that San Diego pavement and kick some breast cancer booty AGAIN. 60 miles, 3 days, 1 cure...we walk so our girls won't have to....

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

First Day of School

Today my little love bug had her first day of Kindergarten.  After her drama at orientation yesterday, I was a bit concerned about today, but it went off without a hitch! 



6:30am our alarm clock goes off.  Of course we hit snooze.  So when we got up at 6:37am and went to the girls' room to wake them up, we found them both in Jackie's top bunk fully dressed.  They claimed they don't remember getting up to get dressed, but we knew better--these are 2 very excited little girls. 

Now, let me take you back to last night when we were picking out these clothes.  First thing Jackie picked was a green school tshirt and orange striped shorts.  I told her she couldn't wear the shorts because they're too short for school, plus they don't match and she said "Who cares, mom!  It's only school!"  So, I guess I am not going to have to worry about her being "hung up" on her clothes?  Then, the tshirt she put on when she woke up got yogurt spilled on it, to which she said "Who cares mom!  No one will care if I wear a dirty shirt to school!"  Then the 2nd shirt she put on she got toothpaste all over and again "MaaaahhhhMMMMM! People will think it's just PAINT!"  And when we finally settled on the THIRD shirt of the day, she made it all the way home with nothing on it.

Both girls rushed off the bus--Jackie declared that she had two BFF's this year.  And when we asked Josie if she'd played with her friend Diego at school today she said, "No, I played with my new best friend!"  Joel said, "Oh really?  What's her name?"  And her response was "I dunno." 

But I guess that really isn't important.  What's important is that they found other little people who were having the same excited & nervous feelings today and they made it through the day together.  Knowing they've got a long year ahead of them, it's nice to know they've got friends to take the journey with them. 

As for this momma, I am proud of them both for being so brave as I remember how scary the first day of school can be.  And I savored EVERY SINGLE moment of Bubba's naptime when the house was so silent I could ACTUALLY hear myself think today.  This is just the first day of a great school year....

Monday, August 23, 2010

Guest Blogger: SIL Sara Bennett Wealer

You may have noticed a book in the right column with a link to preorder--this is a blog entry from the author and my sister-in-law Sara Bennett Wealer!  Check it out!  And make sure you consider preordering her book!:)

It was probably always meant to come to this


/waves/ Hi, everybody! And hello to any new friends who may have found me thanks to early buzz about my book. RIVAL doesn't come out until February, and I'm only just now doing a few things to start getting the word out. One of those is dusting off this blog and starting to post stories people might actually be interested in reading. No promises that I'll be here every day - I have two small children, a day job and a husband who works insane hours, but I will be here more than usual. So whether you're new or an old friend, I hope you'll enjoy the new "posty" me.



Yay! So what's today's topic, Sara?




I thought I'd talk a little about how I came to write RIVAL, since I get asked that question a lot in interviews. People want to know what inspired the story, which is about two singers--once friends, now enemies--in an elite high school program who are getting ready to go up against each other in a major competition. I've also been asked whether the book is based on any of my own experiences.



The answer to that second question is no. People who grew up with me might recognize a couple of homages to our hometown, but the entire plot of RIVAL is fiction, as it should be or it wouldn't be fiction, right?



As for inspiration, well, I also was a singer in a pretty competitive program, so the memories of how that felt--the pressure, the practicing, the paranoia that somebody might do better--definitely informed what and how I wrote. But the truth is that I wrote RIVAL because I probably couldn't have written anything else, at least not as a debut author.



See, music and performing were my *thing* all through school. They were so much a part of me that I sort of had to get them out of my system before I could write about anything else.



I'm not sure where the urge to sing and perform came from. It's not like I come from a family of performers. I grew up in a small Kansas town and, in those days, we didn't have dozens of Nick and Disney shows telling kids they could all be stars. But my mom did teach at the high school, and she took me to all of the musicals. She also took me to concerts by the Pops Choir (MHS's version of "Glee"). Don't ask me how Manhattan, Kansas, got so many awesome singers over so many years, but those shows were GOOD! They might as well have been Broadway as far as I was concerned.



I remember it clicked for me in third grade when our music teacher held auditions for the class play, Alice in Wonderland. The girls trying out for Alice had to sing this song about giving themselves very good advice, and I just knew I could nail it. Guess what? I did. I got the lead and I was hopelessly lost after that.



Looking back, I imagine I was pretty obnoxious. I sang solos in church almost every other week. I wrote and choreographed shows for my friends to put on for our class. I couldn't wait to get up to high school so *I* could be in the musicals and Pops Choir. I got into the top choruses early and had leads in almost all of the shows. When the TV show "Glee" first came out, I saw a lot of myself in the ultra-driven character of Rachel Berry.



But where Rachel knows she's destined to be a star, strangely I don't remember having that vision. While I loved being on stage, somehow I think I knew I wasn't good enough to make it in the real world, against the millions of other singers who were light years better than me. Majoring in voice performance for a couple of years in college confirmed that. The dream died fairly quietly, to be replaced with the wonderful discovery that you don't have to be a pro to keep performing. I wrote and starred in shows for my sorority's Rock Chalk Revue. I sang with elite choruses in Pittsburgh and Cincinnati.



And then, I used what I knew and loved to write a book. Like I said earlier, RIVAL sort of felt like it had to be - like I couldn't write about anything else until I wrote something about being a singer in high school. I hope girls who are like I was then will see themselves in it, and I hope the book rings true for them. I also hope people who don't know much about the arts will have their interests piqued as well.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Goodbye summertime...

We decided to take a last minute camping trip this weekend to celebrate the end of summer for the girls as school begins this week.  Saturday morning was spent loading the car down with the gear, packing the cooler with drinks & food and then off we went.  Upon arrival we found Uncle J and little J & E waiting at the campsite next to ours.  This weekend it was just Me & The Boys + 5 kiddos.  Of course, this detail of D being out of town was left out of the planning information until we were in the car and on our way...but I wasn't worried.  I knew it only meant that much more adventure would await us. 

First order of business was setting up the tents while the kids began exploring.  After "home" was settled, then we took the kids for a trip to the playground made of recycled tires.  Jamison could've used some judo tips from Daddy on how to tuck 'n' roll when he went flying off the tire swing, but he came away unharmed and back to the site we went.  The boys went for wood, the girls gathered sticks...dinner was roasted hotdogs & cheetos for the kids and crabs & beer for the grown ups.  Enter the knife set--OH MY!  You see, Joel & I have lived in Maryland for 8 years...and only ONCE actually had crabs where you have to crack them open and pick them.  We don't have actual crab eating tools, so Joel brought along this knife set he'd received as a gift from my dad some years back.  I don't remember him getting it, but I say it again--OH MY!  These knives could be used for defense...they were frightening.  We each picked our tool of wonder and dug in--trial & error.  Between the 3 of us, we were able to create our own crab eating technique to ensure we got enough meat to fill our bellies.  Meanwhile, our children found ants and threw them in the fire...

After dinner, roasting marshmallows and eating smores was our evening activity...followed by reading books (thank you Uncle J for remembering bedtime stories) and bedtime.  The boys and I stayed up for several hours just sharing stories.  Mind you, we've been friends for nearly 10 years but it always seems you learn something new when you actually have a moment w/out the interruption of small ones.  What a great evening!

About 11pm we started feeling random raindrops and thanks to modern technology we were able to do a quick search of the weather and find the rain that was previously scheduled to arrive at 4pm the next day had actually been moved up to 4am.  Before we turned in for the night, we prepared the site for possible rain and hoped that would give us the luck to keep it away.  Unfortunately we woke up to showers...and instead of pancakes by campfire & a hike to the river for fishing, we loaded the cars in the early morning light and went to the local McDonalds for breakfast.  

I admit that camping is not my FAVORITE activity, tho I do enjoy it with my family occassionally--provided there are bathrooms within walking distance that provide a flushing toilet.  But last night, as I lay in the tent with my adorable munchkins entertwined like a bunch of spaghetti noodles, I was in complete heaven.  This evening, as we shared our favorite moments of camping over dinner, the kids lit up remembering, just hours before, the adventure we had taken.  It was $20 for the site, we took food we already had and only drove an hour & 1/2 to the park.  They rode bikes, ran races, explored trails, told stories, played ball, found a frog, threw ants in the fire...that's what childhood is all about.  I was THRILLED to be home and in the air conditioning with a shower and a sink to wash my hands with soap, BUT wouldn't trade the memories we made this weekend for anything in the world.  Goodbye summertime fun, hello school year... 

Friday, August 20, 2010

Borrowed this from a FB post of a friend...truly something to think about...

An old man said to his grandson, "Boy, I have two tigers caged within me. One is Love and Compassion. The other is Fear and Anger."

The young boy asked, "Which on will win, Grandfather?"

The old man replied, "The one I feed."

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Ain't Goin' Nowheres!

Well, folks...Christmas came early for me today.  I've been complaining for MONTHS about my old, slow, frustrating computer.  Today, after power washing our entire house on his day off, my husband knocked on my office door, opened it and sat a gigantic box on the floor.  "MERRY CHRISTMAS," he says and then closed the door and walked away.  Yep, this amazing man who drives me crazy on a regular basis bought me a new computer--and SERIOUSLY surprised me with it today.  Seems that he's enjoying my blog so much that he doesn't want to hinder the writing process!  HA!!! So, it looks like I ain't goin' nowheres...this blog is here to stay! 

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

27 minutes...

During one of the workshops I attended at my recent business convention, I heard a statistic that goes something like this..."The average American couple spends 27 minutes/week having a 1 on 1 conversation."  You know, talking about adult things to another adult together...and as a parent of three children under the age of 7, this makes sense to me.  I can see where this might happen.  Fortunately for us, we have schedules that allow us to be home more often together and spend more time talking.  Well, I said fortunate....let me backtrack.  You see, last week while sitting in this workshop many many many miles & 2 time zones away from my husband, I felt very fortunate that we don't fall into that statistic.  We definitely spend more than 27 minutes a week talking--about our work, our plans, our future, our dreams.  And then tonight the kids were in their rooms playing after dinner, we were in the living room alone with no TV to distract us and we started talking.  It only took a few minutes, only one smart-A$$ comment from that man and I told him that I now understand why most couples don't talk more, especially if they're married to a husband like mine.  So here's a case in point...this is a Facebook conversation starting with my youngest brother-in-law writing on his new wife's wall "I love you baby" and then the following comments...   

John Wealer i love you baby..

                 Adam Wealer oh god 

                Gina Richardson watch it, brother-in-law.... :)



 
 

 
So, welcome to the family, Gina.  I hope the conversations in your house are more grown up than the ones from your husband's brothers.  And I wish you WAY more than 27 minutes of happy talking for the rest of your weeks together!