This week is the final push before the dance recital on Fri/Sat.This year, we have a new owner for our local dance studio. She has had a really rough year. She bought the studio and moved to town to follow the guy - but, the relationship ended just as she moved to town.
She has a very different style than the last owner and has spent all year hearing "But Ms. L did it this way." So, this week we've seen the rehearsals for the show. We are performing Alice in Wonderland. It's amazing what she has accomplished.
So, my very lovely friend Ms. Amanda, let me recruit her into making two bunny hats. I finally finished adjusting the ears tonight. Another friend, bless her heart, volunteered to help and so she make the bunny tails.
I also fixed the caterpillar costume (but noticed one more dot that needed sealing and some wings that need wired glued one.
Now I just need to finish the work for tomorrow, get the girls and I to the dance practice, finish cleaning the house before my ILs come Friday, clean the fish tank (and fish out the dead one). . . etc, etc, etc.
To work now!
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Ankle update
You may remember that I sprained my ankle a year an a half ago. A few months ago I saw a podiatrist who finally diagnosed that I had stretched ligaments. Before letting him operate, we wanted a second opinion and I found a Orthopaedic surgeon who specialized in ankles in Minneapolis who operated on the friend of a friend's ankle.
So, this week we drove 7 hours for me to see an orthopaedic surgeon here. I'm glad we came. I like the doc, he does this operation a few times a week - it's his specialty.
I'm glad I didn't see him first as my mother would not have trusted his instinct (he goes more by feel and takes xrays/MRIs to protect himself.) But, I know he's right and I came to him for confirmation.
So, my ligaments are too stretched on both ankles. Only one is giving me problems, so we only fix one - although the other is at the fixable point. I may get it fixed someday if it starts giving me problems. He showed me the comparison of how much both ankles moved compared to my wrists (which have a similar structure).
He also pointed out the point on my MRI where it shows the torn tendon. The radiologist that read the image missed it, as did the ortho at home and the podiatrist. I liked that he read the image I brought with me (thank goodness I did) rather than just looking at the radiology report and glancing at the image. I guess one thing in my favor is that he's caught a couple of misses that our radiologist have reported as our sports med doc sends a lot of his ankle patients to him. So, he doesn't trust them completely.
So, the tendon will get fixed too as it's unlikely that it was fixed on its own over the past year since the MRI was done. I probably would have had this fixed a year ago - if it hadn't been missed. Then again, the ortho at home (he's specialty is shoulders and knees) probably would not have fixed the ligaments so my problems would have been continued to some extent.
I will be in a split cast for 4 weeks - on crutches and bearing no weight. For the first 10 days, I need to keep my ankle elevated. Thankfully, I will only have a few weeks of walking up the stairs to my house to get to the car. It will be horrible when I have to get up the stairs the day of surgery after driving 7 hours home.
He suggested driving home from the surgery while my leg has the nerve blocker rather than the next day or so. Makes sense.
I really don't want anyone to come stay with me as I would like to be by myself during the day instead of feeling like I have to have someone who is restless because they are not in their house and being under foot.
Then, I get to have the girls help me take the cast off and cut my stitches (disolvable ones) and change to the walking boot for 2 weeks before starting PT.
So, we need to figure out which Aunt to stay with in Minneapolis, see what to do with the girls while I"m having the surgery, get a handicap pass for the car before I have the surgery (in the package of info they gave me an application for MN, but I need the MI one), and stock up on food/movies, and see if I can arrange for my friends to bring meals and maybe find a house cleaner to come by once or twice.
Thankfully - he said that if I do my PT, my ankle will be great in 4-6 mos and I can do all my PT and any followups at my hometown.
So, movie recs would be appreciated!
So, this week we drove 7 hours for me to see an orthopaedic surgeon here. I'm glad we came. I like the doc, he does this operation a few times a week - it's his specialty.
I'm glad I didn't see him first as my mother would not have trusted his instinct (he goes more by feel and takes xrays/MRIs to protect himself.) But, I know he's right and I came to him for confirmation.
So, my ligaments are too stretched on both ankles. Only one is giving me problems, so we only fix one - although the other is at the fixable point. I may get it fixed someday if it starts giving me problems. He showed me the comparison of how much both ankles moved compared to my wrists (which have a similar structure).
He also pointed out the point on my MRI where it shows the torn tendon. The radiologist that read the image missed it, as did the ortho at home and the podiatrist. I liked that he read the image I brought with me (thank goodness I did) rather than just looking at the radiology report and glancing at the image. I guess one thing in my favor is that he's caught a couple of misses that our radiologist have reported as our sports med doc sends a lot of his ankle patients to him. So, he doesn't trust them completely.
So, the tendon will get fixed too as it's unlikely that it was fixed on its own over the past year since the MRI was done. I probably would have had this fixed a year ago - if it hadn't been missed. Then again, the ortho at home (he's specialty is shoulders and knees) probably would not have fixed the ligaments so my problems would have been continued to some extent.
I will be in a split cast for 4 weeks - on crutches and bearing no weight. For the first 10 days, I need to keep my ankle elevated. Thankfully, I will only have a few weeks of walking up the stairs to my house to get to the car. It will be horrible when I have to get up the stairs the day of surgery after driving 7 hours home.
He suggested driving home from the surgery while my leg has the nerve blocker rather than the next day or so. Makes sense.
I really don't want anyone to come stay with me as I would like to be by myself during the day instead of feeling like I have to have someone who is restless because they are not in their house and being under foot.
Then, I get to have the girls help me take the cast off and cut my stitches (disolvable ones) and change to the walking boot for 2 weeks before starting PT.
So, we need to figure out which Aunt to stay with in Minneapolis, see what to do with the girls while I"m having the surgery, get a handicap pass for the car before I have the surgery (in the package of info they gave me an application for MN, but I need the MI one), and stock up on food/movies, and see if I can arrange for my friends to bring meals and maybe find a house cleaner to come by once or twice.
Thankfully - he said that if I do my PT, my ankle will be great in 4-6 mos and I can do all my PT and any followups at my hometown.
So, movie recs would be appreciated!
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Parent vs. Kid
For the past few weeks, my older daughter (7) has been really mouthy. In the past few days conversations have gone like this:
(now, she was home sick for 7 days and had cabin fever at the end. She's also a bit tired from her illness.)
You need to sit up at the dinner table, if you don't sit up and use your manners we will take your chair away and you can stand, ok, stand up please, well, if you don't like standing make sure you use your manners tomorrow, stand still, stop dancing, stop marching, if you keep marching you will go to bed for the rest of the night (ok, it was only about 45 min before we usually put on jammies) - she started marching back and forth looking at us with a smirk, go to your room.
Keep your shoes on, stop running in the store, keep walking with me (she kicks her shoe in the air), ok if you can't use your shoes properly you can't wear them, your shoes are not soccer balls stop kicking them, now I'll keep them for two days.
In the past 36 hours she has been removed from the grocery store, lost bedtime shows for lying, lost 4 items from her room for actions while cleaning, lost her chair at dinner, sent to bed early, lost her shoes for 3 days.
I'm at a loss. The best I can do is keep threatening and following through until I find the thing that will motivate her to stop being a pain. It's just so hard. I hate being mom sometimes.
(now, she was home sick for 7 days and had cabin fever at the end. She's also a bit tired from her illness.)
You need to sit up at the dinner table, if you don't sit up and use your manners we will take your chair away and you can stand, ok, stand up please, well, if you don't like standing make sure you use your manners tomorrow, stand still, stop dancing, stop marching, if you keep marching you will go to bed for the rest of the night (ok, it was only about 45 min before we usually put on jammies) - she started marching back and forth looking at us with a smirk, go to your room.
Keep your shoes on, stop running in the store, keep walking with me (she kicks her shoe in the air), ok if you can't use your shoes properly you can't wear them, your shoes are not soccer balls stop kicking them, now I'll keep them for two days.
In the past 36 hours she has been removed from the grocery store, lost bedtime shows for lying, lost 4 items from her room for actions while cleaning, lost her chair at dinner, sent to bed early, lost her shoes for 3 days.
I'm at a loss. The best I can do is keep threatening and following through until I find the thing that will motivate her to stop being a pain. It's just so hard. I hate being mom sometimes.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
My Trip - and the best museum I've seen
The trip to Baton Rouge went pretty well. We left the hotel wondering who would be there and how this would work. They knew who was coming from our group, but we had no idea who was going to be attending from their group.
We arrived at Southern University's campus to find that everyone was there, the meetings went well, we resolved ALOT of issues. And we finished earlier than I expected. Now I'm beginning to wonder if it was because my boss didn't come. Lunch on Monday was a traditional red beans and rice. I LOVED it. It was so wonderful.
So, the next day, we had nothing to do until noon when we needed to be at campus for lunch.
The group decided to visit a plantation. I was along for the ride. I grew up in Southern Maryland - spent many hours at Mount Vernon, Monticello, various plantations in South Carolina. I must admit, I'm plantationed out.
But, I will admit that this plantation tour was fun. It was one of the few times that rooms weren't roped off and you actually got to see the upstairs.
After lunch, we went to visit the museum on campus. I will admit, if you are ever in Baton Rouge, you should make time to visit this. They have an amazing collection of African and African American art. I wish we had been able to spend more time there. It was amazing. They had this 12 foot tall solid mahogany statue of an African woman.
Some of their items are on loan. The curator told us about when Steve Harvey (the actor) and his wife loaned them some times. She was waiting for the 3 or 4 pieces she was expecting. Three TRUCK loads arrived. Some of them are out, many are in storage. I loved this place!
We arrived at Southern University's campus to find that everyone was there, the meetings went well, we resolved ALOT of issues. And we finished earlier than I expected. Now I'm beginning to wonder if it was because my boss didn't come. Lunch on Monday was a traditional red beans and rice. I LOVED it. It was so wonderful.
So, the next day, we had nothing to do until noon when we needed to be at campus for lunch.
The group decided to visit a plantation. I was along for the ride. I grew up in Southern Maryland - spent many hours at Mount Vernon, Monticello, various plantations in South Carolina. I must admit, I'm plantationed out.
But, I will admit that this plantation tour was fun. It was one of the few times that rooms weren't roped off and you actually got to see the upstairs.
After lunch, we went to visit the museum on campus. I will admit, if you are ever in Baton Rouge, you should make time to visit this. They have an amazing collection of African and African American art. I wish we had been able to spend more time there. It was amazing. They had this 12 foot tall solid mahogany statue of an African woman.
Some of their items are on loan. The curator told us about when Steve Harvey (the actor) and his wife loaned them some times. She was waiting for the 3 or 4 pieces she was expecting. Three TRUCK loads arrived. Some of them are out, many are in storage. I loved this place!
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
I don't understand how some people can be so selfish and uncaring
I generally don't bitch about family in my blog - you never know when someone might find this by accident. But, in some cases, you just don't care. My extended family are FUCKED UP!!
My mom just told me that one of my grandmother's brothers (A) called her yesterday. A few weeks ago, one of my grandmother's sisters (S) passed away. My Grandmother and S used to hang out a lot after my grandfather passed away. In the past eight years or so, my grandmother hasn't been as mobile as she used to be and finally ended up in a retirement village (where her brothers and sisters no longer visit).
My grandmother was the oldest of 8 kids - not all are living, but a fair number all.
My godfather (F) was her youngest brother. Recently, my godfather has decided that my mother is evil and has forbidden his children from talking to our family (my sister and I included).
Recently, S's will was read. Her estate was divided evenly between all her siblings, one niece, and a neighbor - EXCEPT my Grandmother! The only other major person who was excluded was S's daughter who she was estranged from. The estate was tens of thousands of dollars per person. A did ask his siblings if they would all kick in part of their inheritance to give my grandmother a share. They all declined. At least A stood up and asked (but isn't planning to share unless everyone else does.) These are not poor people. Then again, maybe they are afraid that their kids won't help care for them and they better get all they can.
F had been very vocal to my mother that she needed to make sure my grandmother was taken care of. My cousin ripped my grandmother off, and so has my uncle - my grandmother is short money and could really use the help now. I can't believe after care taking her siblings for so long, and everyone proclaiming love of my grandfather that her siblings would be so greedy.
My mother thinks that F put pressure on S to cut my grandmother and her daughter out as he was concerned that if my grandmother died, money would go to my mother (and yes, he is that vindictive). F tried to convince S at one point that he should inherit her estate even though A was the one who has cared for S for the past 20 years. Thankfully she didn't listen to that, but I still can't believe that she cut my grandmother out.
S was one of those "out of sight, out of mind" people. I guess Grandma being so far away left her vulnerable. After all, she couldn't visit or anything without someone taking her (she's in her 90s).I'm so friggin angry. I'd almost be willing to pay my money to hire a lawyer to contest the will. It would be worth it to get my grandmother money that not only does she deserve, but needs.
Damn selfish bastards. (oh, and they are "very religious" - of the "I'm so good because I go to and serve the church.") F has said horrible things to my mother, has told lies to his family about things she's done, and I'm so glad my mother told me some of this years ago or else I would have wondered why my cousin stopped talking to me suddenly one day. I hope he rots in hell one day for the way he has acted in the past 10 years.
My mom just told me that one of my grandmother's brothers (A) called her yesterday. A few weeks ago, one of my grandmother's sisters (S) passed away. My Grandmother and S used to hang out a lot after my grandfather passed away. In the past eight years or so, my grandmother hasn't been as mobile as she used to be and finally ended up in a retirement village (where her brothers and sisters no longer visit).
My grandmother was the oldest of 8 kids - not all are living, but a fair number all.
My godfather (F) was her youngest brother. Recently, my godfather has decided that my mother is evil and has forbidden his children from talking to our family (my sister and I included).
Recently, S's will was read. Her estate was divided evenly between all her siblings, one niece, and a neighbor - EXCEPT my Grandmother! The only other major person who was excluded was S's daughter who she was estranged from. The estate was tens of thousands of dollars per person. A did ask his siblings if they would all kick in part of their inheritance to give my grandmother a share. They all declined. At least A stood up and asked (but isn't planning to share unless everyone else does.) These are not poor people. Then again, maybe they are afraid that their kids won't help care for them and they better get all they can.
F had been very vocal to my mother that she needed to make sure my grandmother was taken care of. My cousin ripped my grandmother off, and so has my uncle - my grandmother is short money and could really use the help now. I can't believe after care taking her siblings for so long, and everyone proclaiming love of my grandfather that her siblings would be so greedy.
My mother thinks that F put pressure on S to cut my grandmother and her daughter out as he was concerned that if my grandmother died, money would go to my mother (and yes, he is that vindictive). F tried to convince S at one point that he should inherit her estate even though A was the one who has cared for S for the past 20 years. Thankfully she didn't listen to that, but I still can't believe that she cut my grandmother out.
S was one of those "out of sight, out of mind" people. I guess Grandma being so far away left her vulnerable. After all, she couldn't visit or anything without someone taking her (she's in her 90s).I'm so friggin angry. I'd almost be willing to pay my money to hire a lawyer to contest the will. It would be worth it to get my grandmother money that not only does she deserve, but needs.
Damn selfish bastards. (oh, and they are "very religious" - of the "I'm so good because I go to and serve the church.") F has said horrible things to my mother, has told lies to his family about things she's done, and I'm so glad my mother told me some of this years ago or else I would have wondered why my cousin stopped talking to me suddenly one day. I hope he rots in hell one day for the way he has acted in the past 10 years.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Sydney's Surgery and Mother's day
On Thursday, Sydney had her tonsils and adenoids removed and tubes put in. She was in the same hospital as she was born in (and where I had my post partum hemorrhage and hysterectomy just over 4 years ago). It was a little easier than I thought it would be to send Sydney off for surgery. I'm going to provide some back story, so if you want to skip it, find the words [HERE] at the beginning of the paragraph for Thurs'. experience.
When Sydney was born, my surgical nurses received Employee of the Month and Year for working on my case. Our hospital is small and remote. In fact, the closest NICU is 100 miles away and helicopter service is rare. We have one surgical team on call after hours and if a second emergency comes in and can't wait, they have to start calling people at home and hope they can reach people. Needless to say, I was the second emergency. I was lucky because it was dinner time (they decided to operate by the time Joe returned from having Sydney cleaned up and I was being walked down to the OR by 5:45 - Sydney was born at 5:00). It was also in the middle of the week which was good because many people leave town for the weekend. So, my nurses were rewarded for their willingness to come in on their time off.
About a year and a half ago (at Thanksgiving) , I dropped some flowers off for the 2 of the 3 nurses who are still at the hospital as a thank you. I've never met them. It was hard walking into the pre-op area. While I never spent time there, I do remember being walked through it. In hindsight, it helped that I did that because it made walking into that area easier when I had to do it for Sydney's pre-op visit last week.
[HERE] Last week, Sydney and I had to go for her pre-op visit. From my review of my medical records, I knew that our Anesthesiologist (we have 1 and 4 CRNA on staff here ) was in my operation for some amount of time. The Anesthesiologist met with us to review what would happen for Syd's surgery. As we were finishing up, I mentioned to him that he was in on a surgery for me and wanted to thank him for his skill. He thought about it for a few minutes and said "I didn't start out in your surgery, I was called later. But I think I remember it. It was about 6 or 7 in the evening?" He was right, even though it was over 4 years later.
Thursday arrived and Sydney and I headed to the hospital. In some ways my ordeal made it easier for me to send off Sydney because I knew that if they could save my life, they could take care of Sydney. When I arrived, one of the nurses "D" started to check us in. She looked at me and said "I know you." She checked Syd's birthdate and asked if she was born there. It turns out she was in OB at that time. She remembered my being there, that I was in the ICU, went DIC. I remembered her, but not her name. She told me that there are just some faces that you never forget.
I mentioned to her that I have wanted to meet the nurses who were in the surgery with me. It turns out that one of them was around that day and she sent her over to see me. It was really strange meeting "J" - someone who was so important to me yet I'd never met. I started to get a little teary talking to her and she walked over to give me a hug. It wasn't just a hug, but the kind that you give the best friend you haven't seen in 20 years. The kind that you are uncertain you should give but really want to. We had wanted to hug, but stayed apart trying to decide if it fit with protocol. I figured out that the other nurse in my surgery has the same last name as a woman at church, and knowing that there are a group with that last name in town, she's probably related to her. I may be able to meet her sometime.
Sydney did well, and the nurses were wonderful. She had a bit of a tough time when she woke up as she kept crying and saying it hurt. For naps, Sydney tends to sleep on our laps and when she wakes up, she wants to immediately get up and go. It was hard to convince her that she wasn't ready to walk. We decided to try putting her back in bed and I sang her the "Moon Song" - the Sandra Boynton book "The Going to Bed Book." It calmed her down immediately. She corrected one word the first time I read it. I quickly forgot how it started and kept reading the middle of the book while I desperately tried to remember the words. I finally did and I recited the book while we walked her back to the pre-op/recovery area and settled her down for a nap. She finally fell asleep and had some popcicle.
She has done remarkably well and we took a small break from pain meds until today (day 4) and I have to work hard to keep her playing quietly.
I closed a few chapters and faced a few demons. Not sure I'll every completely relax about surgery, after all, the phrase "it's just routine" went out the window when I had complications when Sydney was born.
Mother's Day is very special. We usually have a low key day, and some year I'll convince DH that I get a few days a year when I don't have to decide what to cook, and I know I'll soon miss the home made gifts, but I do love the day! It's a day I get to see thanks to the skill of a few doctors and nurses and a bit of luck.
When Sydney was born, my surgical nurses received Employee of the Month and Year for working on my case. Our hospital is small and remote. In fact, the closest NICU is 100 miles away and helicopter service is rare. We have one surgical team on call after hours and if a second emergency comes in and can't wait, they have to start calling people at home and hope they can reach people. Needless to say, I was the second emergency. I was lucky because it was dinner time (they decided to operate by the time Joe returned from having Sydney cleaned up and I was being walked down to the OR by 5:45 - Sydney was born at 5:00). It was also in the middle of the week which was good because many people leave town for the weekend. So, my nurses were rewarded for their willingness to come in on their time off.
About a year and a half ago (at Thanksgiving) , I dropped some flowers off for the 2 of the 3 nurses who are still at the hospital as a thank you. I've never met them. It was hard walking into the pre-op area. While I never spent time there, I do remember being walked through it. In hindsight, it helped that I did that because it made walking into that area easier when I had to do it for Sydney's pre-op visit last week.
[HERE] Last week, Sydney and I had to go for her pre-op visit. From my review of my medical records, I knew that our Anesthesiologist (we have 1 and 4 CRNA on staff here ) was in my operation for some amount of time. The Anesthesiologist met with us to review what would happen for Syd's surgery. As we were finishing up, I mentioned to him that he was in on a surgery for me and wanted to thank him for his skill. He thought about it for a few minutes and said "I didn't start out in your surgery, I was called later. But I think I remember it. It was about 6 or 7 in the evening?" He was right, even though it was over 4 years later.
Thursday arrived and Sydney and I headed to the hospital. In some ways my ordeal made it easier for me to send off Sydney because I knew that if they could save my life, they could take care of Sydney. When I arrived, one of the nurses "D" started to check us in. She looked at me and said "I know you." She checked Syd's birthdate and asked if she was born there. It turns out she was in OB at that time. She remembered my being there, that I was in the ICU, went DIC. I remembered her, but not her name. She told me that there are just some faces that you never forget.
I mentioned to her that I have wanted to meet the nurses who were in the surgery with me. It turns out that one of them was around that day and she sent her over to see me. It was really strange meeting "J" - someone who was so important to me yet I'd never met. I started to get a little teary talking to her and she walked over to give me a hug. It wasn't just a hug, but the kind that you give the best friend you haven't seen in 20 years. The kind that you are uncertain you should give but really want to. We had wanted to hug, but stayed apart trying to decide if it fit with protocol. I figured out that the other nurse in my surgery has the same last name as a woman at church, and knowing that there are a group with that last name in town, she's probably related to her. I may be able to meet her sometime.
Sydney did well, and the nurses were wonderful. She had a bit of a tough time when she woke up as she kept crying and saying it hurt. For naps, Sydney tends to sleep on our laps and when she wakes up, she wants to immediately get up and go. It was hard to convince her that she wasn't ready to walk. We decided to try putting her back in bed and I sang her the "Moon Song" - the Sandra Boynton book "The Going to Bed Book." It calmed her down immediately. She corrected one word the first time I read it. I quickly forgot how it started and kept reading the middle of the book while I desperately tried to remember the words. I finally did and I recited the book while we walked her back to the pre-op/recovery area and settled her down for a nap. She finally fell asleep and had some popcicle.
She has done remarkably well and we took a small break from pain meds until today (day 4) and I have to work hard to keep her playing quietly.
I closed a few chapters and faced a few demons. Not sure I'll every completely relax about surgery, after all, the phrase "it's just routine" went out the window when I had complications when Sydney was born.
Mother's Day is very special. We usually have a low key day, and some year I'll convince DH that I get a few days a year when I don't have to decide what to cook, and I know I'll soon miss the home made gifts, but I do love the day! It's a day I get to see thanks to the skill of a few doctors and nurses and a bit of luck.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Sunday Ramblings
No Sunday Six. My kids are home, I'm on travel.
Today I'm in a reflective mood. I suspect part of it has to do with the lack of sleep. I have a hard time going to sleep at night when I'm on travel, and this morning, but body woke up as it does at 5:45 - most days I can go back to sleep. Today, I was an hour earlier than normal, and my wake up call was set for 6:00 am. I got less than 5 hours sleep and I'm tired.
Yesterday was Graduation at school. I started thinking back to my college graduation, all those years ago. I remember wearing my favorite yellow t-shirt dress for under my gown. Our class was the last graduating class to wear the heavy cloth gowns. They are so much nicer than the paper gowns, although they were hot in the sun. I remember my mother and sister helping me fix my hair. I was so proud of myself for surviving. Over the past few days, I've watch these students walking around in groups and with family remembering the tear of wanting to spend time with my friends while wanting to show my family around. My father new the school/town as he had graduated from Ripon, but my mom and sister had never been. I do remember that day fondly!
Currently, I'm sitting in the Minneapolis NWA World Club working on a few things during our layover. Because of the flight paths, I pretty much always fly through Minneapolis when I travel. I can't come through this airport without constantly looking at people to see if I walk past Dave. To this day, a little part of me still loves him. He was never really a boyfriend in the true sense of the word. We spent several years doing this dance between friends and more - never doing either well. The job he had at that time led him to travel alot, and he lived in a suburb of Minneapolis.
We eventually lost track of each other. We had to. We couldn't just be friends, it was really unhealthy for us to be more. I really wonder what he's doing. It's sad sometimes to lose touch with the people who touch your life. I wonder if there will ever be a time that I don't wonder about him.
Yesterday DH ordered my Mother's Day present. He was so cute because he told me that he thought he could buy a Weber Grill at Walmart, so he waited until this weekend. Well, they don't sell them this year. We have to order it. He knew that I didn't care so much if it was here MD or not, but wanted to get me what I wanted. I'm so excited. I bought our last grill for his birthday 11 years ago!
Today I'm in a reflective mood. I suspect part of it has to do with the lack of sleep. I have a hard time going to sleep at night when I'm on travel, and this morning, but body woke up as it does at 5:45 - most days I can go back to sleep. Today, I was an hour earlier than normal, and my wake up call was set for 6:00 am. I got less than 5 hours sleep and I'm tired.
Yesterday was Graduation at school. I started thinking back to my college graduation, all those years ago. I remember wearing my favorite yellow t-shirt dress for under my gown. Our class was the last graduating class to wear the heavy cloth gowns. They are so much nicer than the paper gowns, although they were hot in the sun. I remember my mother and sister helping me fix my hair. I was so proud of myself for surviving. Over the past few days, I've watch these students walking around in groups and with family remembering the tear of wanting to spend time with my friends while wanting to show my family around. My father new the school/town as he had graduated from Ripon, but my mom and sister had never been. I do remember that day fondly!
Currently, I'm sitting in the Minneapolis NWA World Club working on a few things during our layover. Because of the flight paths, I pretty much always fly through Minneapolis when I travel. I can't come through this airport without constantly looking at people to see if I walk past Dave. To this day, a little part of me still loves him. He was never really a boyfriend in the true sense of the word. We spent several years doing this dance between friends and more - never doing either well. The job he had at that time led him to travel alot, and he lived in a suburb of Minneapolis.
We eventually lost track of each other. We had to. We couldn't just be friends, it was really unhealthy for us to be more. I really wonder what he's doing. It's sad sometimes to lose touch with the people who touch your life. I wonder if there will ever be a time that I don't wonder about him.
Yesterday DH ordered my Mother's Day present. He was so cute because he told me that he thought he could buy a Weber Grill at Walmart, so he waited until this weekend. Well, they don't sell them this year. We have to order it. He knew that I didn't care so much if it was here MD or not, but wanted to get me what I wanted. I'm so excited. I bought our last grill for his birthday 11 years ago!
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