Tuesday, September 28, 2010
I have been doing a LOT of scrapbooking. I cut my TV time down SERIOUSLY, like, I barely watch anything at all. And that's sad for me, because I really do love tv. But I figure one day I can rent whatever still looks interesting, right? Maybe one day when we're back in the Real World and we can watch netflix on the Wii. That drives me INSANE, that we can't watch netflix on the Wii because we live in Guam. Guam sucks. I'm sick of pretending that it wasn't a HUGE mistake to come here. It was. And I'm literally counting down the days until we head to HI. I have to abbreviate it because I can't figure out how to spell it. If you want to countdown with me, we're at seventeen months. Which doesn't sound long, until you think that Warren's been alive for eighteen. And he's been alive for a LONG LONG TIME.
So did I ever mention that when I went in for my eighteen week appointment, my OB (who I know personally and used to work with and really respect, which made this even WORSE) said that she was obligated to tell me that it's VERY UNHEALTHY to gain thirty pounds in the first eighteen weeks. That's right.
In eighteen weeks.
Now, I knew that I had gained a lot of weight. And for my intake appt, when they asked how much I weighed, I told them (I'll spare you the actual number) the number that I was when I got to Guam. Before we spent a week in a hotel, eating out three times a day, then another three weeks with no belongings, eating out all those meals too. So I was probably ten pounds heavier than THAT when I actually got knocked up. So if I want to get technical, maybe I've only gained twenty pounds. In eighteen weeks. Which is still horrifying.
I knew that I'd gained a lot- I'm not a moron. I went to nursing school. I learned there that eating four bags of Halloween candy in two days added to not exercising in five months equals MASSIVE WEIGHT GAIN. Auburn was a really good school :)
But until I saw those numbers climb up on that scale, and had to sit there in complete and total humiliation while a former colleague (who, in her defense, looked equally horrified to have to have this conversation with me) told me I was a lard ass, I didn't know it'd gotten that bad.
I mean, THAT BAD.
So, I'm walking. Or rather, I'm trying to walk. Can't walk in the land of Boonie Dogs and Roosters, so I have to head over to Lockwood to walk with Brandi. And, if you didn't know, it rains here. A lot. If it starts while we're out, it's not a big deal, but today it started as soon as I pulled in the driveway, and it just doesn't make sense to leave the house in a downpour. So that's not that helpful. And really, how much good is walking going to do, now that I've already ruined everything I worked SO HARD for at WW? Not likely. Walking for thirty minutes is ONE POINT. That's roughly the equilivalant of a skittle.
My housekeeping skills were to die for while Nick was gone. The house was spotless every night, laundry was washed and put away, dinners were cooked and cleaned up after...it was a good eight days. Then he came home, and let me tell you, when given the choice between cuddling up on the couch and playing Mario after the kids go to bed...or sweeping and mopping and folding laundry...
I'm sure you can just imagine what my house looks like now.
But the one bright side in my life? My Bible study. We're on week five tonight, and Beth Moore is FINALLY gonna start! I'm so excited I can barely contain myself. I might go get the sitter early so I can go to the study early just in case they start on time. It's been great so far and I've learned a lot, blah blah, but knowing that Beth wouldn't start until the last two lessons was KILLING ME! And as usual, the Lord has provided the tiny, minuscule things that make my boring little life tick- a fantastic sitter, with a dad who's willing to pick her up afterwards so I don't have to load my sleeping kids into the car to drive her back home. How awesome is that?
And on a not so bright note: someone stole our generator and a bunch of power tools, right out from under my nose. They walked up to the shop, either jimmied the lock, had a key, or went through a window, and helped themselves to all our stuff, right while me and the kids were sleeping ten feet away. Ugh. All together now: GUAM SUCKS.
But here's my first completed page from my Through The Years Albums. And since they're littler than the usual 12x12, I HAD to scan them in so I could post them. I've got about five other pages ALMOST done, but so far this is the only actual completed one. And all my Disney pics came today, so hopefully I can get started on that and have two entire BOOKS finished by the end of next week. Check me out!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Who knows. I went to the "scrapbook" store out here and (again) left with nothing and cried on the ride home. Guam is just so much different than I ever thought it would be. I'm gonna have to order everything I ever need online, absolutely everything. And let me tell you, it costs more than a few stamps to send things out here. Ugh.
But anyway. It's fun to look through all my old pics, and doing this has really helped me get a handle on the layers issue in photoshop. Anyone who has photoshop and is about as stupid as me when it comes to all things computer can understand that this is a HUGE DEAL. So that's nice. I can whip through one of these babies in like...thirty minutes. Hey, I said I was getting better, I never said I was fast.
So here's Scott, Year Three.
And here's Scott, Year Two...
And Ava, Year Four...
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Well I've been in a MOOD lately, hence the blog hiatus. Then my sister called at the beginning of the week to say she was in labor. At twenty eight weeks. Then my mom called the next day to say that she was delivering. So I've been a little preoccupied.
I keep getting confused about the days/dates since it's always tomorrow here, but I think he was born on Sept 15 at 10:07 pm. It was Thursday afternoon here, so I think that makes sense. He was 2lbs, 12oz and my sister said she heard him attempting to cry just before they intubated and took him to the NICU. I was freaking out because she lives in a small town in TN and I thought he should be airlifted to the University hospital (dramatic much? not me!) but I looked it up online and where she is is a big hospital with a Level III NICU, which is what we had at NMCP, so I guess it's as good as it gets.
We all knew she would deliver early, but I had no idea it would be THIS early. She had Mia at about 32 weeks, and coincidentally, I was flying in that morning for her baby shower, so I got to see her! Not so much with Joshua. Not only is it just totally implausible for me to fly out there, Nick is gone and I've got all these kids stuck to my side. I am DYING to see him for myself, but so far I've had to settle for a few blurry cell phone pics.
So that's all I know for now. I'll keep you posted, but I think we're in for a long, slow process.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Now I feel stupid for recapping that whole trip. That's not what Flashback Friday is about! But I just couldn't help it. They're just so cute, when I scroll thru the pics and see one, if I DON'T put it on, I feel guilty, like I'm saying they're not cute enough! Yelling and screaming at them all day to clean up-no guilt there. Skipping a picture of them on a trip that happened three years ago? Total guilt trip. Go figure.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
But anyway, while I'm listening, I'm usually making lists. It's just sort of one of those things I do. Favorite songs, favorite singers, favorite outfits that singers wear on album covers, it goes on and on. But lately, ever since I put literally ALL my CDs into my iPod and threw them all away (another reason the great debacle was such a horror) I've been trying to list my favorite albums. I can't pick a favorite song, it's just too hard. But I sort of got the albums narrowed down. Sort of. And since I know you're dying to know, I figured I'd share. How great, right?
So, the Best Albums Ever- and not in order, because ranking them would be WAY TOO HARD...
-Achtung Baby, by U2. I know, I know, you're supposed to pick the Joshua Tree. But whatever, I like Achtung Baby at least five times better. Yeah, Joshua Tree has some AMAZING tracks, but Achtung Baby is FULL of amazing tracks. As a whole, it's just better. For me. And this is my list, so there you go. My favorite track would have to be Ultraviolet. And Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses. And So Cruel. Three way tie I guess.
And even though I don't want to rank these albums, I would venture to say that Achtung Baby is actually my favorite album of all time. If I HAD to say.
-Tommy, by The Who. Actually, this would probably be my favorite album of all time. It'd be really hard to decide between the two. Really really really hard. I watched a documentary on the Who once and it sort of turned me off for a few weeks, but then I was back and I still loved it just as much. My favorite track would have to be Go to the Mirror. Try to find a faster drummer, I dare you. In fact, if you can find one, I'll give you a hundred bucks. Heck, let's make it a thousand. So that would be my fave track, but really, it's not as good unless you listen to the WHOLE album, you know?
-Jagged Little Pill, by Alanis. I mean, hello, she totally defined my junior high and high school experience. I so wish she had been better in her follow up efforts. But I guess if you're only gonna have one great album, it's nice to have it be as good as this. Favorite track is Right Through You. And Perfect. And All I Really Want.
-Born in the USA by the Boss. Favorite track, and favorite Bruce song, even though I guess no one else likes it because it's not on ANY of his greatest hits compilations, is I'm on Fire. I LOVE THIS SONG. In fact, if for some reason someone put a gun to my head and told me to pick my favorite song ever, period, end of story, I might pick this. Or Boys of Summer. Who knows. But seriously, who doesn't have Born in the USA on their Best Albums Ever list?
-Forty Licks, Disc One by the Rolling Stones. Now, in my head, on these drives, I go back and forth over whether or not compilation albums count. And they shouldn't, because they're not REAL albums, you know? But, since my dad wasn't a big Stones fan, I wasn't exposed to their regular albums as a kid, and so Forty Licks is really all I've got to go with now. I could spend an hour on Amazon going through the REAL albums to pick the one I think is best, but that's just stupid. This is a game in my head, so if I wanna put a Best Of album on, that's what I'm gonna do. Favorite track? Easy, Sympathy for the Devil. Although, since this was confusing for me to pick, I feel like I should say my actual favorite Stones song right now is As Tears Go By. But it's not on Forty Licks.
-And since we're letting in compilation albums, next up would be Forty Years Of John Williams, a four disc collection of just about every score he's ever composed for every single movie. Favorite track on those discs would have to be the ET song, although the Fawke's Theme from Harry Potter Two is a pretty close second. And if I'm NOT letting compilation albums on, I'd use the Jurassic Park score since that's a regular album, and I'd pick the main theme as the best track.
-And, not just so that my dad won't disown me, but because it actually does rank right up there as one of the Best Albums of All Time...Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd. At first I was debating between the Wall and Dark Side, because my favorite Pink Floyd song is Comfortably Numb, and that's on the Wall...but in the end, Dark Side always comes up ahead. First of all, it's just...cooler. You know? And secondly, the Wall is really really weird and sort of creepy. For some reason, it scares me a little, and I can't quite remember why. Something to do with freshman year at Auburn, having too much to drink, and either watching Clockwork Orange and the movie about the Wall in close succession, or maybe even at the same time on two different tvs...like I said, I can't quite remember. But for some reason it freaks me out a little. So Dark Side of the Moon wins out, and my favorite track would have to be Time. I know, it's a little tacky and overdone, but those two minutes between all the alarms and when the lyrics start? That's like Pure Musical Genius. And I'm not usually a huge fan of the Gnarly Electric Guitar Squeals, but Pink Floyd manages to do all kinds of right with that sucker.
So there. That's a little peek into my brain as I drive back and forth and back and forth and back and forth every. Single. Day.
Kinda spooky, right?
Monday, September 6, 2010
And here, a reward for sticking with me this long long post. Nick was up with Ava ALL NIGHT Friday, so when we got back from the ER and put everyone down, he took a nap too. Well, Scott got up after just an hour (we usually nap for more like three) because he had to pee (reason four seventy five why I think life in diapers is just easier) and he refused to go back to sleep. So he was playing with the knife sharpener in the laundry room, one of his favorite pastimes. Ahh, Scott. What a special guy. Anyway, it was super quiet, so I went in there to find him fast asleep on the laundry room floor! So of course, I ran to get my camera. He rolled over while I was getting it, so you can't see his sweet face and it looks like maybe he's just laying there so it's not AS cute, but trust me: he was sleeping, and it was SUPER cute.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Moms aren't supposed to think those sorts of things!
Then, while she's sitting on the toilet crapping her brains out and sobbing, she literally BEGS me to let her go to school!!! What the heck are you talking about Ava? You can't even sit up straight! She really loves that place. Ugh.
Then, against my better judgement, I took her to the doctor. I KNOW BETTER THAN THAT!!! The doctor rolled his eyes when I asked for some Imodium and told me that I need to just let it run it's course. That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard, I don't know why old school docs say that! I mean, Meryl, I could be wrong, maybe it's just with chemo diarrhea, but there's no real need to keep doing it, right? It's not like the virus is living in her stool and she's gotta get it all out. Little Imodium would just slow things down, let her colon absorb some more water, and she'd have a firmer stool. Is that really such a terrible thing to want? I better stop. I forgot one of my (four) readers is a doctor. Oops.
Regardless, after he told me he refused to treat her symptoms, he wanted to start an IV and give her some fluids. Let me rephrase that. He wanted his three family practice HNs, with no floor experience, to start an IV. On my five year old. My five year old with the arms of a three year old. Who's already extremely dehydrated with no veins. And when I said no, that if they wouldn't let me do it, we were leaving, they threw a fit and told me I was putting her in danger. Uh, let's cut the drama here boys. One of them said "Look, it's doctor's orders, we don't really have a say in this, we HAVE to start it."
Well buddy, I certainly have a say in this. Outta my way. I got her a can of iced tea (no friggin Gatorade or water in the entire hospital vending machine system) and dumped it out and got her some water. She drank it all in about twenty minutes in his office, and then he said we could go. Assface. She drank another half can on the way home and was all peppy and fun and promised that she'd eat some toast when we got here.
But now she's laying on the couch crying again and saying she doesn't feel good. And instead of feeling sympathetic, I just want to shake her and cram some more pedialyte down her throat.
And to make this even MORE fun, Nick was so super late on Monday that he only saw the kids for an hour before bed. He left for duty on Tuesday before they were up, spent the night on the boat, and won't be home tonight (Wednesday here) until after dinner. This is ridiculous. This is not the life I signed up for! I don't care how good the money is, I don't think we can keep this up. I need help at home here!