well. Thanks to the handy dandy ...... I know I know your next word is NOTEBOOK...for all you Blues Clues fans. {btw... which do you like better? Steve or Joe? me personally? i love Joe- } anyway, I am backtracking. I found www.creativityportal.com tonight. and used their imagination prompt generator. FASCINATING!
So here is my prompt for tonight. 10 people no longer living I would love to meet, and why.
the first half are family.
1. My Oma's mom. my great-Oma Charlotteand my Great- Opa Siegfried She died in 1981. I was 4. she lived in Germany where my Oma grew up. he died during WWII. the details have always been sketchy. I used to love hearing stories about the war from my Oma, and I so treasure the history she has given me to pass on to my mom. I would have loved to have met her parents.
2. My great grandmother Christine LaRouque who I was named after. I am part German and part Indian. my grandfather was born and raised on the LCO reservation in Hayward, WI. one of my very favorite places on this earth. I would have like to have met her to see why my mom decided I was worthy of her name.
3. I am told that my great great great Grandfather was the Medicine Man of our indian tribe . well.... thats enough said I would have liked to have met him as well.
4. My step-dad's father Luther. he died when my step-dad was 16. I was only lucky enough to know his mom for a year after my parents got married and she died {I was 12} I would have liked to have met him.
5. Princess Diana. because she .is. an. Icon. period. there are no two ways about it. She was classy.
6. Jackie Kennedy. I have a picture of me next to the cardboard cutout of her at the Smithsonian. what a class act.
and while we are at it. let me piggy back on this. her son..... John jr. FREAKIN HOT!
7. Ronald Reagan. hands down. he was one of my fave presidents. just because he was classy, he was NICE.
8. Wyatt Earp- because my son is named Wyatt- and because we call him Wyatt Earp. we didn't name him BECAUSE of that. but we thought it was a strong name to go along with Patrick. because can't you just see two brothers who are 15 months apart saying hey Wyatt you got my back? yeah Patrick I got your back. so yeah. I would like to meet Wyatt Earp.
9. and while we are at it. Doc Holiday... because who wouldn't.
10. Peter Jennings. because what a wealth of information and history he would have.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
will this winter ever end?
ok... so I LOVE winter. Love it. L to the O to the V to the E it. but I am done. over it. finito. and we have not even gotten that much snow. my reason? Patrick's asthma has been over the top bad this winter, we already have had several ER visits with steroid shots, one hospital stay, and today another DR visit because of a cough and wheezing and fever, with a trip for an x-ray - a procedure in which my 4 yr old told me I could "wait outside" because he was a "big man". sniff. sniff. they took him in and i could hear them giggling and talking. they would snap the picture and then let him run over to see his "guts" as he called them. is it sad that my 4 yr old has had so many xrays he knows the routine and even told the lady today that he "loves xrays"? they were so impressed with how he did it was insane. the last time we had to do an ER visit he brought me "monkey" {his beloved sock monkey} and told me monkey needed a shot. thats how I knew he needed to go.
Several weeks ago, he had a cough, and wheeze we took him to the Dr. and they said ear infection and Upper respiratory infection. which was fine. we started antibiotics. again fine. But patrick is a child that goes down the tubes. And fast. so within 1 1/2 days of starting antibiotics he was not doing any better, so I said to the D-man, give him his nebs over night while I am at work. DO not wake him up and if he isn't better in the am I will take him back tot he DR. he went down the tubes so fast that night that we ended up with a 4 day hospital stay. Not my finest hour. So this am all the way to the Dr. I was panicking. because I will be honest. I. CAN.NOT. DO. ANOTHER. HOSPITAL. STAY. period. end of friggin story. I can't do it.
The NP hears fluid in his lungs, so off we go for the x-ray- with the other 2 kiddos in store. Jadyn by this time {who was home with an upset stomach} is convinced that NOONE in the world loves her because she didn't get to see the Dr. today. ummm hello... why pay a 20 dollar copay for them to tellme, yes Chrissi your daughters stomach is upset, yes there is a flu like virus going around, please keep her hydrated yada yada yada, all stuff that I as a nurse know. Wyatt also has a cough but at the Dr. visit today was still acting quite Wyatt like and by that I mean spawn of somethin gI am not sure of yet, but wild as anything. {by the way WOULD not change that for the world lol} so the visit today was just for the one who just spent 4 days in the hospital 2 weeks ago, my preemie, my asthma kiddo.
so we are at the dr- all the kids want on the table. fine. then they all want down. one. by.one. except patrick who knows that when we go he has to sit up there. Jadyn says... "I want down now"
me: ok.. heres the deal. you either sit there and be quiet or you get down and sit on the floor and bequiet but there is no getting back up there once you are down. period. make your decision.
Jadyn: I have thought about it and I want to get down and sit on the floor. so she gets down.
Wyatt: My want down.
so i go through the whole speal again, because I am trying to make them understand the consequences and actions that go along with every decision so they had the choice but both were clear once they were down they were DOWN. not 5 mintues later the NP walks in and it starts.
Jadyn: i want back up with Patrick.
Wyatt: my want back up.
SERIOUSLY? are you Friggin kidding me????
sorry guys- you made your choice. mommy was very clear. you were not getting back up there. Wyatt is fine with it. he starts playing.
*flop* as Jadyn flops her self down on the floor.
How could you make me sit on the dirty floor?
dont you see how dirty it is?
there is no where for me to sit and i am on the floor.
Don't you see you only love patrick. I am sick too and I can't see the Dr.
you don't love me.
ME: yes, J i love you very much, but remember patrick got out of the hospital 2 weeks ago and he is sick again. you have a stomach bug, the very same one mommy has that has made mommy throw up and crap out things you don't want to see. EVER. and you don't hear me complaining about not seeing the dr. {because hellooooooooo for all 4 of us to see them today would have been 80.00 for them to tell the remaining 3 yes you have a virus. stay hydrated} and I am sorry you feel that way but you made your choice blah blah blah. I am telling you it all fell on deaf ears. she cried for over an hr over having to sit on the carpeted floors of the Dr. office. all the way home. all. the. way. home.
I am trying to be patient. I am trying to realize she does not feel good. just like me. just like p. just like wy. but I am over it.
this winter has sucked ass. and I mean that in the nicest possible way. I am so over littl eman being sick. the d-man and I decided tonight that he is not going to play t-ball like we had planned because we just want him to heal and see how he does over the summer and fall before we do any sports with thim. which sucks because we let him go pick out his bat and batting helmet and glove last week. all red with flames. he is so excited. so i told him tonight he could wear them in the back yard and practice on the T. now we just have to get J signed up for baseball. unless she changes her mind. again.
did I mention Wy spiked a fever tonight? F*&^! seriously. and I have a test tomorrow night. double dammit lol.
so winter, as much as I love you, I am done with you. this is my official divorce from winter. COME ON SPRING!
Several weeks ago, he had a cough, and wheeze we took him to the Dr. and they said ear infection and Upper respiratory infection. which was fine. we started antibiotics. again fine. But patrick is a child that goes down the tubes. And fast. so within 1 1/2 days of starting antibiotics he was not doing any better, so I said to the D-man, give him his nebs over night while I am at work. DO not wake him up and if he isn't better in the am I will take him back tot he DR. he went down the tubes so fast that night that we ended up with a 4 day hospital stay. Not my finest hour. So this am all the way to the Dr. I was panicking. because I will be honest. I. CAN.NOT. DO. ANOTHER. HOSPITAL. STAY. period. end of friggin story. I can't do it.
The NP hears fluid in his lungs, so off we go for the x-ray- with the other 2 kiddos in store. Jadyn by this time {who was home with an upset stomach} is convinced that NOONE in the world loves her because she didn't get to see the Dr. today. ummm hello... why pay a 20 dollar copay for them to tellme, yes Chrissi your daughters stomach is upset, yes there is a flu like virus going around, please keep her hydrated yada yada yada, all stuff that I as a nurse know. Wyatt also has a cough but at the Dr. visit today was still acting quite Wyatt like and by that I mean spawn of somethin gI am not sure of yet, but wild as anything. {by the way WOULD not change that for the world lol} so the visit today was just for the one who just spent 4 days in the hospital 2 weeks ago, my preemie, my asthma kiddo.
so we are at the dr- all the kids want on the table. fine. then they all want down. one. by.one. except patrick who knows that when we go he has to sit up there. Jadyn says... "I want down now"
me: ok.. heres the deal. you either sit there and be quiet or you get down and sit on the floor and bequiet but there is no getting back up there once you are down. period. make your decision.
Jadyn: I have thought about it and I want to get down and sit on the floor. so she gets down.
Wyatt: My want down.
so i go through the whole speal again, because I am trying to make them understand the consequences and actions that go along with every decision so they had the choice but both were clear once they were down they were DOWN. not 5 mintues later the NP walks in and it starts.
Jadyn: i want back up with Patrick.
Wyatt: my want back up.
SERIOUSLY? are you Friggin kidding me????
sorry guys- you made your choice. mommy was very clear. you were not getting back up there. Wyatt is fine with it. he starts playing.
*flop* as Jadyn flops her self down on the floor.
How could you make me sit on the dirty floor?
dont you see how dirty it is?
there is no where for me to sit and i am on the floor.
Don't you see you only love patrick. I am sick too and I can't see the Dr.
you don't love me.
ME: yes, J i love you very much, but remember patrick got out of the hospital 2 weeks ago and he is sick again. you have a stomach bug, the very same one mommy has that has made mommy throw up and crap out things you don't want to see. EVER. and you don't hear me complaining about not seeing the dr. {because hellooooooooo for all 4 of us to see them today would have been 80.00 for them to tell the remaining 3 yes you have a virus. stay hydrated} and I am sorry you feel that way but you made your choice blah blah blah. I am telling you it all fell on deaf ears. she cried for over an hr over having to sit on the carpeted floors of the Dr. office. all the way home. all. the. way. home.
I am trying to be patient. I am trying to realize she does not feel good. just like me. just like p. just like wy. but I am over it.
this winter has sucked ass. and I mean that in the nicest possible way. I am so over littl eman being sick. the d-man and I decided tonight that he is not going to play t-ball like we had planned because we just want him to heal and see how he does over the summer and fall before we do any sports with thim. which sucks because we let him go pick out his bat and batting helmet and glove last week. all red with flames. he is so excited. so i told him tonight he could wear them in the back yard and practice on the T. now we just have to get J signed up for baseball. unless she changes her mind. again.
did I mention Wy spiked a fever tonight? F*&^! seriously. and I have a test tomorrow night. double dammit lol.
so winter, as much as I love you, I am done with you. this is my official divorce from winter. COME ON SPRING!
Friday, February 20, 2009
a little trip down memory lane.....
I am feeling a little bit nostalgic this week, and really missing blogging, so here I am. I realized this week that I left Pennsylvania 10 yrs ago. 10 long years since I have been south of the Mason Dixon line. There are days that I want to move back to PA so bad that I can't stand it, however I am married to a man who hates snow, and winter and everything that goes along with it. so thats not ever going to happen my friend. Never.
I also realized that its been about 11 yrs since my first concert. I remember it clearly. it was a Garth Brooks concert. you have to remember I grew up in a small town in PA. you either listened to either Southern Rock or Country. or Both. I can remember as a 15 yr old on the Varsity Cheerleading squad one of the seniors gave me a ride to practice. Van Halen blaring as loud as it would go in her Chevette. I had no idea who VanHalen was, but I knew SHE was cool. as cool as it. got. So when I got home I put in my Vanilla Ice tape into my tape deck of my beloved stereo and blared it as loud as it would go. Ice... Ice..baby.... and then my mom told me to turn it down. Ice...Ice..baby......
so anyway fast forward a few years. I was always unsure of myself, very self conscious and lord I WANTED to be like the girls in highschool that would just break out in song or dance or both, who could just be loud and fun and everyone wanted to be around. I wasn't like that. I was too afraid of what people would think. So I was dating this guy, and I was invited to a Garth Brooks concert with him. I was very self conscious still at this point. and his family was going and lord, I co uldn't be how I REALLY wanted to be around him. I don't think I ever was truly "myself" around him.
So we get to this concert and my ex sits. SITS. for the entire c oncert. Garth is jumping around the stage and singing and hollering and Penn State is SOLD OUT. and all I wanted to do was jump up and down and profess my undying love for Garth Brooks. instead I sat. for the entire concert and politley clapped my hands. Several years later, when I moved to VA a guy who wanted to date me invited me to a metallica and kid rock concert, and I accepted, because dude... who turns down metallica and kid rock? certainly not me. again this guy sat. seriously.....WHO SITS DURING A KID ROCK concert? not me. I was all over myself. at this point I had decided I DID. NOT.CARE. I rocked it out. and he looked at me like I was insane. was crazy. he even asked if I had had too much drink.... dude ...apparently not enough.
that was the last I ever saw of him. probably a good thing.
then I met my husband. and god love him, I knew the day I met him in person that he was the man of my dreams, my soul mate and the person I belonged with. {how we met is a differen't story, I will have to blog about that later.}
So , I knew when I met my husband that I could totally be myself with him. he does not bat an eye when I break out in song and dance and make up verses to my fave songs to include him, infact he breaks out in song on more than one occasion during the day to amuse me or the kids. I can say what I want, act as crazy as I want and just be myself.
I have the love of my life. He took me to a Poison concert for our first anniversary and I acted all over myself and had the best time of my life. of course he gets just as crazy with me. he is SO. Much.Fun. I can't wait to go see Bon Jovi or Daughtry... maybe he shoudln't go with me, because I will be professing my undying love for them as well.
Thankfully my kids are nothing like I was when I was younger. they have no problem acting crazy, breaking out in dance or song, and I now have a 7 yr old that knows the entire nickel back CD by heart, I have a 3 yr old who can sing "allsummer long" with the best of them and a 4 yr old who asks me to turn it up so he can "rock it out". THANK GOD....
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I also realized that its been about 11 yrs since my first concert. I remember it clearly. it was a Garth Brooks concert. you have to remember I grew up in a small town in PA. you either listened to either Southern Rock or Country. or Both. I can remember as a 15 yr old on the Varsity Cheerleading squad one of the seniors gave me a ride to practice. Van Halen blaring as loud as it would go in her Chevette. I had no idea who VanHalen was, but I knew SHE was cool. as cool as it. got. So when I got home I put in my Vanilla Ice tape into my tape deck of my beloved stereo and blared it as loud as it would go. Ice... Ice..baby.... and then my mom told me to turn it down. Ice...Ice..baby......
so anyway fast forward a few years. I was always unsure of myself, very self conscious and lord I WANTED to be like the girls in highschool that would just break out in song or dance or both, who could just be loud and fun and everyone wanted to be around. I wasn't like that. I was too afraid of what people would think. So I was dating this guy, and I was invited to a Garth Brooks concert with him. I was very self conscious still at this point. and his family was going and lord, I co uldn't be how I REALLY wanted to be around him. I don't think I ever was truly "myself" around him.
So we get to this concert and my ex sits. SITS. for the entire c oncert. Garth is jumping around the stage and singing and hollering and Penn State is SOLD OUT. and all I wanted to do was jump up and down and profess my undying love for Garth Brooks. instead I sat. for the entire concert and politley clapped my hands. Several years later, when I moved to VA a guy who wanted to date me invited me to a metallica and kid rock concert, and I accepted, because dude... who turns down metallica and kid rock? certainly not me. again this guy sat. seriously.....WHO SITS DURING A KID ROCK concert? not me. I was all over myself. at this point I had decided I DID. NOT.CARE. I rocked it out. and he looked at me like I was insane. was crazy. he even asked if I had had too much drink.... dude ...apparently not enough.
that was the last I ever saw of him. probably a good thing.
then I met my husband. and god love him, I knew the day I met him in person that he was the man of my dreams, my soul mate and the person I belonged with. {how we met is a differen't story, I will have to blog about that later.}
So , I knew when I met my husband that I could totally be myself with him. he does not bat an eye when I break out in song and dance and make up verses to my fave songs to include him, infact he breaks out in song on more than one occasion during the day to amuse me or the kids. I can say what I want, act as crazy as I want and just be myself.
I have the love of my life. He took me to a Poison concert for our first anniversary and I acted all over myself and had the best time of my life. of course he gets just as crazy with me. he is SO. Much.Fun. I can't wait to go see Bon Jovi or Daughtry... maybe he shoudln't go with me, because I will be professing my undying love for them as well.
Thankfully my kids are nothing like I was when I was younger. they have no problem acting crazy, breaking out in dance or song, and I now have a 7 yr old that knows the entire nickel back CD by heart, I have a 3 yr old who can sing "allsummer long" with the best of them and a 4 yr old who asks me to turn it up so he can "rock it out". THANK GOD....
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