tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972767027019955282024-03-12T19:59:08.248-07:00white knuckle gripMy life in little scraps and blurbs. Mostly funny things that happen.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-90989353303666818102010-07-31T15:54:00.002-07:002010-07-31T16:07:02.997-07:00My Engizer BunnyThis is just one of the assignments I turned in last semester for my writing assignment. I may have edited slightly even more. :)<br /><br />Let me first describe the car I have been driving for the last 9 and half years of my marriage. When I got married on the first of July in 2000, I inherited this 1991 Ford Escort hatchback. It was in fair condition then, the stereo worked great, the heat and a/c were alright, and it got great gas mileage, 30 miles to the gallon to be exact. Since that time, the car we have come to call the energizer bunny has detiorated. The new free enhanced features include the cracked bumper from 2 different car accidents my husband was apart of. The odometer has been turned over twice from mileage on it. The heat just got worse, to the point that I have been wearing gloves and full snow gear to and from work this past Christmas. During the summer I felt like I needed a shower after each car ride because the lack of air conditioning. The black color of the car didn’t help the heat either, just kicked up the temperature a few degrees as it sat sun bathing while I was taking a respite away from it. I don’t really want to mention the sweat beads from the summer prior. The door handle on the drivers side broke off entirely, and my husband being the ingenious man that he is got a good old sturdy belt and bolted it to the door, so that we had a handle. The ceiling fabric decided it needed a semi-separation from the rest of the car, to the point that it decided to tear off and hang down in my face every time I drove to let me know that it was dissatisfied. The automatic shoulder belt that it came with also decided to start being stubborn and decided that it wasn’t moving for anyone. So manually I have been buckling my self in, to this supposed automatic contraption. A large crack that was originally quite small, has now covered the width of the dashboard, and serenades me by rattling at stop lights. This car has kept going despite so many things wrong with it I can’t help but have some affection for its fortitude.<br /> This car has brought home 2 out of my 3 children from the hospital. She has taken me to work at all hours of the day, with little complaint as long as she was allowed her time to wake up if it was cold outside. She has survived at least 4 flat tires, all at separate times and convinced my husband that I know how to find every nail, pot hole, surprise curb any where inside the Salt Lake Valley. <br /> When the stereo started to go out, it started out slowly. If you gave it a good hard hit to the side of the upgraded stereo system it would usually turn back on at first. It became more fical and decided that it was too good or too new for the rest of the car after a while and just decided that it wasn’t going to work for any one or anything despite the abuse it would receive to get it to work. It would surprise us every now and then and sporadically turn on for a few minutes to let us know that it deserved better, and then quickly turned back off again. This has lead to many conversations between my husband and I, as well as many home sung kids songs to keep the kids entertained. Conversations about life and what my kids saw on the way too and from stores, politics, what made things work, and/or hopes and dreams.<br /> The heat combined with the rolled down windows made my oldest child accustomed to having wind in her face from a very young age. My son has made jokes that he felt more alive when the wind was in his face because of the rolled down windows.<br />The windshield had traveled behind many a semi truck on rocky roads. At dusk and dawn the windshield had tiny little sparkles of light hit it just right and you thought you were seeing a work of art from how many little tiny dizzy stars reflected light across the whole of the window. It blinded you with its beauty, and you would have to concentrate hard to see that you weren’t going to run into the car in front of you through its dusk and dawn artwork.<br />It has outlived 1997 minivan that we had for a time. While the ’97 minivan only lasted us the 3 years it took us to pay for it, this energizer bunny that was paid for the day it was purchased lived a longer less luxurious life.<br />This car has also hit a dog. It was a very sad day, and we thought for sure that it was seriously hurt. Until we see the dog sprint back up and run to its owner across the street. We felt very sorry for it, and started to apologize profusely for my husband’s brick foot. The owner simply stated that the dog couldn’t die. This particular dog had been purposely poisoned by ill intentioned neighbors a few times and she simply refused to die, also that this was her 3rd time getting hit by a car. I think that my car saw a kindred spirit and had to say hello. I think it had to take part of the dog with it. We had noticed that part of the dogs ear was gone and wasn’t sure to be concerned. The teenage owner wasn’t overly concerned so we let it go. Until about a month later the brakes were making a screeching noise. So my husband and father in law took what would be a reoccurring theme of looking at the noisy brakes. My father in law was laughing with my husband when I came down to ask how they were doing and if they had found the problem. My father in laws sun weathered face hid a slight snicker, and then he put on a straight face as possible and said that something had gotten caught in the brakes. “What was it?” I asked. My husband pulled me into the crook of his shoulder, and said “You remember that dog we hit? We think it’s a part of his ear.” My cars memento had to be taken away. I don’t think it was entirely okay with that. <br /> This last year as I would travel the I-15 for a half hour, the car started to politely let me know that it wasn’t feeling well. It started out with a slight rattle, that turned into an extreme shake as the speedometer approached anything close to 60 mph. After a few weeks of this it decided to say that it was going delirious and the speedometer would fly all over the place if you went any speed above 30 mph. After informing my husband he took it to the doctor, and paid more to the mechanic than what the car was worth to fix it to working order. <br /> A month later I felt my nerves begin to fray when I had to apply the brakes on my energizer bunny. It made a horrible screeching noise and felt my foot skip a little with the depressed brake peddle. It again needed to have something checked. After my husband and father replaced both the brakes and the calipers on the car, my husband told me that we had to get a new car. He was done working on this car. He was afraid that it would need more constant repairs and that we couldn’t keep fixing it. Also that he was fearful of me driving it to and from work and that he lost sleep whenever I had to drive the car home from work late at night. I married my husband not his car, and as much as I was fond of the Energize Bunny I was going to have to buy a new car.<br /> As I vacuumed, washed, dusted my old friend to sell her to the highest bidder, I found my 4 year olds binky from when she was a baby. I found wood chips in the crevices from when they “decorated” our car on our wedding day. I got the pennies that were stuck to the cup holders from leaked soda pop. One penny was stubborn and I couldn’t get it out and figured that is was my cars memento of us. I had to say good bye to this friend who had served its purpose well. <br />I feel kind of like I’m abandoning an old friend in my energizer bunny, but I like the new friend I’m making in my 2007 used Galant with only 48,000 miles on it. She keeps me warmer, and defrosts the back window for me, so I don’t have to get out and scrape it. The air conditioning freezes me out if I don’t pay attention to the setting. The radio with CD player works great, along with an MP3 connection port. She smells nice and non musty. I just hope the Galant serves me as well and as long as my Energizer Bunny did.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-25758904207568641072010-07-25T18:35:00.003-07:002010-07-25T18:58:52.987-07:00Summer is over way to fastAs I get ready to do everything I need to head back into school. I look over the past 2 months of summer and wonder where the time has gone. I am still as tired when I was in school, maybe not as entirely as stressed. So what have I done with my time?<br />Well, I've gotten my gallbladder removed. Gone on Vacation for my 10<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> wedding anniversary down to Cedar City. I've played with my kids a bit.<br />I was going to go through another <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">de-junking</span> session this summer. My husband was thrilled at the idea. I did <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">get</span> rid of 2 boxes worth, but still far from where I want to be. There were things I wanted to post through out the summer and never did. A few of my writing assignments I wanted to post as a blog, because I didn't think they were half bad. So over the next few days you know what you will most likely find on this blog. One will be an ode to an old reliable car. The others is about my father in-laws study, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span>-make over. <br />So the real point of this blog, is like many others, a quick update.<br />Oh, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">thats</span> right I celebrated Pioneer day last night in the ER with Trev because he ran into a small rose bush. After we had tried to pull out all the thorns and branches in his one leg, there was one spot we could not pull anything more out of tweezers, pocket knifes, and pinching his poor leg. There was something still in his leg that we could just not get out. So we tried the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Instacare</span> at the new <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Riverton</span> Hospital out here. It was closed at 5pm because of the holiday and we got there shortly before 9pm. So we ended up in the ER before the mad rush of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">idiot</span> laden firework stupidity rained into the emergency rooms doors. The were able to get it out after numbing his leg and digging around in the wound a bit to get the tiny piece of wood out of his shin. The took x-rays to make sure that they got it all out. Learned also that if it was from gravel, or rock, or metal they would be less worried about taking it out. They said that plant life will run a higher risk of becoming infected in a wound. Also they would have stitched it back up, but because of the risk of infection they won't. So we set off fire works in the front yard tonight at 7pm, with it still very light out for my sons <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">benefit</span> because he missed the nights before. I can't help but wonder how crazy the neighbors think we are right now. :) We did them early because Ali and Trev both go back to school tomorrow. So such ends there 3 weeks off for the summer.<br />Mad dash for school again in the morning. <br />So here is back to school for all involved. May it be as fun as it always has been, or perhaps a little more fun. :)Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-45807336942517617262010-03-29T21:32:00.002-07:002010-03-29T21:39:08.571-07:00Summer here yet?Just a quick update. I'm still in school. OY! So tired, can't wait for summer. The kids are doing well right now. Trev is reading on a sixth grade level in 1st grade. Ali also reads at at least that level, other than her comprehension isn't very great when she reads that high, so she is having to build her comprehension skills. Brie still loves Miss Sandy. She gets upset when she finds out that she doesn't have school in the morning. That and she gets upset when she finds out that I do have school or work that day. Matt is now the reading parent in Ali's class, and is volunteering more at the school, he continues to cook, do laundry, and supports me in going back to school. I think he misses me kinda though. I miss seeing him more. Mostly the time we just get to be in the same room together instead of seperate ones while I do homework, and he falls asleep waiting for me to finish my homework. Speaking of sleeping and homework, I should be doing one of those 2 things right now. I have a Math midterm on Wednesday, and a major paper due on Buffy the Vampire slayer season 2 episode 6 for my writing class. I had other options, but proving a paper on Buffy was a lot more fun. So good night to all, or good homework with the way my brain is fried. :)Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-8447533179180368002010-02-14T23:47:00.002-07:002010-02-14T23:54:22.428-07:00homework help?Yeah, I know I'm slacking. I just have to choose carefully what I slack at right now. School, work, kids and sleep. All of those need to take precedence in my life right now, so why am I up typing on my neglected blog? Quite frankly I'm hoping for some inspiration. I have a short writing assignment due on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Wednesday</span>, and lacking inspiration. Both girls are sick, Trev's fine, I'm a little sleep deprived, because Brie was keeping me awake most of the night. We have come to the conclusion once again, that having one of our kids sleep in our bed makes us all cranky the next day. My first 2 papers I could find inspiration, from a little guidance the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">professor</span> gave. Well, since class was canceled last week, last minute, I'm a little unclear on what he wants me to write about. So I was hoping some one had something that they would like to hear about that I could talk about for about 500 words. I'll take any suggestion.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-19160580800919557702010-01-04T21:58:00.004-07:002010-01-04T22:05:58.838-07:00Can you spell.....Too much going on. Not that, that in and of its self anything new. Getting ready to start school again next week. Nervous as cat getting a bath. Not ticked as said cat though. Matt's Great Grandma <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Thacker</span> is back in the hospital, they found blood clots in her lungs. She is a wonderfully stubborn woman, and I'm quite sure this will not stop her. Just another bump along the way. (this is the same woman who had a stroke a year ago, and still managed to make her homemade chocolates for her kids and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">grand kids</span> for Christmas. She is not going to stop fighting, and I'm proud of her for it!) Kids are back in school. THANK HEAVENS!!! I know... I know... I sound like every other parent out there right now. Just wait till you have to send your kids to bed just on the basis that you are so tired of hearing them fight over who got to say the prayer on the food last, or who pushed who over the cliff on Mario Brothers. I wouldn't trade them for the world.<br />So the funny blurb-or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">inappropriate</span> blurb for the day. Trev came home and asked Matt "Dad spell I cup for me please." Matt of course saw right through it and told him it was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">inappropriate</span>. However, it did not stop him from asking his grandma <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Thacker</span>, who fell hook line and sinker into it, and she laughed. So of course we had to have the lecture again on how it would not be appropriate for that to really happen.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-26925246455391715042009-12-23T00:22:00.003-07:002009-12-23T00:40:08.305-07:00Emotional Gush.So here I am blogging under my influence of sleepiness. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">LOL</span>! I think it is the only time I blog. I have to say that there is so much to be grateful for in my life. I have three little sleep kids that are currently all healthy. (meaning they are all off antibiotics finally. We have had strep go through our family twice...) A husband who is softly snoring next to me, who worried about me the whole drive home from work on slippery roads. I have a roof over my head, food to eat, people who love me and care for me. I have employment. I have a relationship/talking with all of my siblings. I still love each one of them despite all of their faults and their trials, and I would not trade a single one of them. I know that my Mom and Dad love me and support me through a lot, and never reserve the love they have for me. That is a huge blessing that I don't think I could put a price too. I am grateful to have good <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">in laws</span> that have brought more family to spend time with that help my husband, my kids and myself in other aspects of our life. I have a good mother in law who has a heart of gold and tries to do everything she can, to the point where she stays up later than she usually does. (Reminds me of my mom) I have a good Father in law who has helped fix many car/house hold repairs, (much like my own father). I have great family. We haven't always been this way, and I know that it won't always be perfectly peaceful among all of them. I do know that I will always love them, and that because we are family we love <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">each other</span> unconditionally, and try to work past our differences of opinion, and love each other. We all have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">financial</span> struggles, illnesses, trials, hurt feelings, frustrations. But I know that when I need to call one of them that I can, and that they love me even if they can't help me right at that moment. WOW! I'm gushy mess!<br />Something also <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">occurred</span> to me today. While I was at work I was talking to one of my sisters on the phone and before I hung up, I told her I loved her. A coworker of mine found it odd that I would say it so freely. I simply stated that I love my sister and had no problem saying it. It's nice to feel loved, and hearing it can never happen enough. I'm glad I was raised that way. :)Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-56405938423988986142009-12-02T00:45:00.002-07:002009-12-02T00:48:56.714-07:00Can't sleepI'm looking for a cure. Not a huge cure, just something that will work. You see it is now 45 minutes past midnight and I am still wired awake. Why you ask? Simple, I worked a 13 hour shift today and I can't wind my brain down. You would think I would be exhausted. I am that, my feet are killing me, my back says lay down, relax, but my brain is going on full bore. So does any one have any cures that will be able to help me fall asleep sooner.... I know there are sleep aids, but I can barely handle <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">NyQuil</span>....so I'm more than <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">apprehensive</span> about that.... So any normal methods of winding down that might help me?Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-88220796590170800662009-11-24T00:04:00.004-07:002009-11-24T00:19:28.262-07:00my blogging under the influence is blogging while tired. Ignore this post and wait for the next one.I hate being tired. My husband is frustrating me by telling me things that he knows will upset me, but feels that I need to be aware of a situation. I was having a good freaking day! Honestly. I was. I'm <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">thoroughly</span> annoyed, upset and furious, when I was having a serene day. How did I let this serenity pass from me? When these emotions interact with my being sleepy, makes it so much harder to fall asleep. I have to calm <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">myself</span> back down, which could take quite a while. I want to cry, but at the same time I don't which ends up giving me a severe headache that just makes me want to cry more. I have already lived through my personal hell!!! I don't need to see some one else live through <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">their's</span>. It hurts too much to bring all those feeling that I've settled back up again. I want to move forward. I don't want to dwell on those past emotions that bound me like a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">constricting</span> cord.<br />I want my positivity back. Its what is keeping me sane. I like my sanity. Even if it is only my version of sanity, it and I get along quite nicely. I guess I will be working out in the morning along with the baking, church shoe shopping for Trev, taking Brie to school, cleaning, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">decluttering</span> and rearranging of stuff tomorrow. I think I will be in a better mood again tomorrow and better able to deal with these emotions then. I just have to focus on "settle". Ignore or redirect the "pissed off". To make things clear, it is not my husband that has pissed me off, it is the situation that was brought to my attention. I had no idea to what extent it was. I'm just going to have to work harder at being positive in that aspect. I haven't seen negativity really help any one....EVER! So.....Time to take a bunch of deep cleansing breaths! Play some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">tetris</span>, and hopefully become overly tired so that I can fall asleep.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-37990581825529622392009-11-04T19:03:00.003-07:002009-11-04T19:35:36.156-07:00Shopping with Trev, and TMI for a dinner conversationThere are two things I want to share. Both are funny, the second may not be appreciated by all crowds of readers (basically non family). So if you fall into the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">TMI</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">category</span> don't read the last paragraph.<br />So Trev has grown! To add to that he also has holes/rips/tears in all but one pair of his pants. All the holes have been quickly sewn up, in makeshift manner until I could take him shopping, because lets just say I'm not the best seamstress, and he was ripping through what I needled and threaded back together. So I go to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Kohl's</span> hoping to find good deals. Clearance racks here I come!!! I am an excellent clearance shopper! So we go with the express purpose of buying at least 4 pairs of pants. Easy enough right? Who knew that a pair of jeans, with out being marked down is at least 20$ for a 6 year old?!?!?!? Needless to say we found a lot of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">clearance</span> pair of pants, that were non jeans, and one pair that he probably won't fit into for another 2 years, but they were lee jeans and only 5$. So as I took him into the changing room, (mind you he wanted to go into the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">men's</span>, but explained to him that he could get away with coming into the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">women's</span> changing room, but I couldn't get away with going into the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">men's</span>....) He started posing and dancing as he tried on each new pair of pants. He cracked me up. So we pass by the girls clearance section on the way out and lightening strikes, and I tell Trev that he could pick out something for his sisters for Christmas-NOW- for him to get them. So helped me pick out a cute brown/pink dress for Brie, and about a dozen pairs of socks for Ali, totaling to a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">accumulative</span> 11$. Then as I was perusing a little more closely, the whine came out and he instantly was hungry when he wasn't at all 2 minutes before that.<br />So the second for the non-faint of heart section of the blog tonight.<br />This is kind of how the dinner conversation went tonight:<br />"So what did you get shopping Trev?"-Matt<br />*Brie toots*<br />"I got some pants and Lego Star Wars outfit! Its so cool!"-Trev<br />*Brie fluffs*<br />"Brie stop farting at the dinner table!"-Matt<br />"So what else was there at the store?"-Ali<br />*Brie gases*<br />"Brie! Stop!"-Me<br />"This really cool Nike (but he <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pronounced</span> it more like Nicky) sweat shirt but mom said I couldn't get it because it cost more than everything else."<br />*Brie fluffs*<br />"Brie, stop farting at the table or I'm going to put a cork in your butt!"-Matt<br />"NO! I don't want a cork in my bum! *Whiny cry* Whats a cork?"-Brie<br />*Brie toots and giggles*<br />Oh and by the way, yes, she continued to toot, fluff, and gas the rest of the meal, but giggled afterward.<br />I think we are going to have to go over dinner <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">etiquette</span> 101 quite a few times with that child!Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-65537265117679710532009-10-25T20:20:00.002-07:002009-10-25T20:29:50.949-07:00Sick and SEP'sSo here is the short update for our lives. Ali had type A influenza (which the swine flu falls under) and she recovered and did not spread it to the rest of us! YEAH! Matt went to parent teacher conference for Trev and Ali. Ali is doing well, finishes her work and then helps others with their homework. She is also above level on reading...which we already knew since she is reading the the 5<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> Harry Potter book and loving and giggling and gasping while reading. Trev is also doing very well and above grade level on his reading. His teacher said he is doing really well and said she had no major complaints. She did say that she has moved him seats twice already this year because he keeps talking to his neighbors. So after this last time she moved him, his teacher asked if he was going to talk to his neighbors, his response was "Yeah, probably!" (OH DEAR!!!) His teacher then tells him that he needs to exert self control and not talk so much/loudly to his neighbors. I love that little monkey! <br />Oh and I talked to Bries teacher, and she said she is doing quite well as well. She is already patterning and sorting in her preschool. She already writes her name, enough for you to be able to tell what it is, but not that great of hand writing. :) Unfortunately that is a problem for all 3 of the kids. They need to write more often with their dad, not their mom. I get the most questions on what I write when others have to read it...<br />So that is the little blurb for the update in this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Thacker</span> house.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-31064623414498193192009-10-14T08:06:00.002-07:002009-10-14T08:11:50.021-07:00So I said I would post pictures...oops.So sorry that I did not post the pictures on here. Fire me if you will. :) I once asked that at work on an extremely busy day with a minor screw up, and was told I could not be so lucky! <br />So not much going on in my life. Work, kids going to school, sleep, repeat. Trev has recently been tested by his teacher for his reading capabilities, and he is reading at a 5<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> grade reading level in 1st grade. She is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">extremely</span> worried that he is going to become bored. And again strongly <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">recommended</span> we get him tested for ALPS (accelerated learning of some sort.) So that is what part of my day off will <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">concisest</span> of, that, making <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">empanadas</span>, jello cookies, helping with homework and laundry. FUN! :) I actually don't mind days off like this!Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-724927820990748062009-09-20T19:47:00.003-07:002009-09-20T20:17:41.209-07:00Nausea, Bambi, and The Upside Down showNausea! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>. So I guess for me it is a little <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">psychosomatic</span>. I'm really not that nauseated. I'm not ready to give up eating all together. Food does sound good, with the usual exceptions, like <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sauerkraut</span> and hot dogs. So why the nausea? I think I have been living with vomit for about a week now. A week ago last Saturday (early morning)Matt and I woke up to my son saying that he didn't feel good and that he had thrown up. From that moment on for the next 12 hours every 20 minutes Trev was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">vomiting</span>, in bowl, toilet, toy bucket, you name it. Anything that would contain to something we could wash later, or flush. This is par for him. He will vomit till every possible <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">contaminant</span> that afflicts his body has no possible trace left in his little body. Then right when Trev is not <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">vomiting</span>, but extremely fatigued and completely uninterested in food, only water, Ali Starts. She's a one or two episode kid and shes done, just doesn't feel good. We thought for sure they had food <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">poisoning</span> because Trev and Ali were the only ones to have pepperoni pizza the night before. So they started feeling a lot better by Sunday night, sent them to school the next day and thought nothing more of it. Then Monday night comes and Matt starts. He is out of commission for a full 24 hours then feels better. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span> so at least its a 24 hour bug. I thought we were done. Hope at least. Then this Friday night as I get home from work at 10:30 at night to find out Brie has started. Brie follows more suit to more like Trev when she is sick. What makes it worse is that we were supposed to have Anderson Family pictures done Saturday morning. So Matt having already suffered through the illness says he will stay home and I get to take the other two kids and call it good for our family and they get to splice in the missing members later. (Did I mention he's going off to hunt Bambi on Tuesday?) Unfortunately Brie is still <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">vomiting</span>. Not a lot, not too often, but all the same. She has actually listened to Matt and won't let me take care of the designated bowl after the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">occurrences</span>. Apparently she doesn't want me sick either. So at 9pm at night I am watching The Upside Down Show with Brie while she laughs as she "presses the buttons on the remote" that the actors respond to. If you haven't watched it before I would suggest it on the more than enjoyable to watch kids shows with your preschooler.<br />So as far as the rest of my life goes, it is blissfully boring! :) With Matt and Trev off hunting for Bambi's dad next week I get to take a little more time off work and have fun with my girls. Have complete control over the the "royal orb" (the remote), and what movies I would like to watch, and finish them instead of having him too tired to finish it. Don't get me wrong I will miss them both terribly!!! I'm just going to enjoy them being gone! :) I don't even have to spend mass amounts of money while there gone and knowing me, that wouldn't even happen if I spontaneously came into <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">massively</span> large amounts of money any way. I must not be "female" enough in that aspect.<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>,<em> </em>I really need to stop watching Shane and David crack up Brietta! She's calling them crazy and giggling. I love that noise. So good night, and I will quickly replace this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">disgusting</span> blog with the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Thacker</span> Family photos soon.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-91386969663188526212009-08-26T18:52:00.002-07:002009-08-26T19:42:33.649-07:00Allergic reactionsI am awake, had a nap and am still feeling sleep deprived and sick to my stomach. I always thought that if we were careful that just maybe Trev would only have a reaction every 5 years or more, not every 2 years. For those of you who are not aware Trev is deathly allergic to peanuts. We don't let him consume anything that may even contain trace amounts of any nuts in it. For that matter no one in our immediate family has had any peanuts in about 2 years now. We have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">epipens</span> with who ever is with him where ever he goes, we have 3 at his school right now in different locations at the school. Both set of grandparents have their own set of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">epi-pens</span>. So with all the precautions in the world you would think my theory of every 5 years would be probable. Apparently not.<br />Tuesday morning I woke groggy as usual (I'm not a morning person!) let Trev and Brie watch cartoons, got in the shower to get ready for work. While I was getting breakfast ready, I heard Trev sneeze, so I got him a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">zyrtec</span>, and went about finishing getting things together for the morning. So like I always I go back to check with him to make sure that he took his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Zytrec</span>, and I finally look at him and noticed that his eyes were swollen, and he had hives on his arms, lifted up his shirt and his stomach and back were just large red welts from neck to waste. Then came the next stage, he said he didn't feel good and that he felt like he was going to throw up. So, because this is par for him leading to him having an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">anaphalitic</span> response to peanuts we call 911. They check him out and tell us that he should be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> to make it into the pediatrician this morning(this is about 7:45 am) So of course I call until their line is open and some one is there to make an appointment, and we get the first one of the day at 9am. So on the drive there he says he doesn't feel good at all and ends up throwing up everything that is in his stomach, which is nothing but bile because he hadn't even had breakfast yet. Trev was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">excited</span> because we got to see the Dr Renee, shes young and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">blond</span>, and from the description he remembers her as the "hot Doctor". She gives us a prescription for steroids, gives him another dose of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">benadryl</span>, and tells us to call back if he throws up again at all, and told us to watch him carefully, because this could still be a reaction to peanuts, from possible trace from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Arby's</span> dinner the night before. So I head off to work after getting the prescription and him settled with Matt to watch him. I call home at lunch to ask how he was doing, and Matt said he looked so much better, that the welts and hives were all but gone, and not to worry. I get home, and yes he is all but hive free and is tired and goes to bed really well. We had instructions to keep <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">benadryl</span> in him routinely, so we went in at 10:30 to give him his dose and he is completely swollen up as a welt again and itching like there is no tomorrow. Matt gave him (from Dr's suggestions) a mildly cold bath to help reduce the itching, and he still is just a huge welt. We decided to let him sleep in our room because we are just not sure with how he is going to do the rest of the night. Not much after, he starts <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">vomiting</span> again, and is still itching an hour later. I tried to call the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">on call</span> doctor for the pediatrics in the area, and no one called back after the page. From the phone call I'm wondering if the system was broke, it didn't sound right. So I then called my insurance companies nurse line because my stomach won't settle down that something just isn't right. After I talk with the nurse, she makes the comment "your intuition" is saying that this needs to be taken care of right away, I would suggest you follow it, especially because his face is swollen.<br />So 12:30 at night we head off the ER. (I'm starting to wonder if they might consider naming a future wing after him for his asthmatic/allergic reaction trips there!) So they are in the process of doing the triage with the nurse, and next thing we know he is projectile <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">vomiting</span> in her direction. This must not have been her first situation with this because she completely dodged it! She skips the rest, calls housekeeping, gets him a blanket and takes him back to a room. The doctor shows up in his room pretty darn quick! He looks at him given the situation starts saying to his nurse to get "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">epi</span>", IV <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">benadryl</span>, a steroid, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">pepcid</span>. He talks with us and makes sure that we are <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> with that, and basically told him yes, please! This is not Trev's first IV, but the last time he had to have an IV was with his first reaction he was about 18 months. He is scared to death of the thing. The nurse said that could do it, and that he was "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">neato</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">bandito</span>". Trev said it wasn't that bad after and that it didn't hurt as much as his immunizations shots. He had a running thing to give the nurse a high five every time they had to do something new. The nurse even joked with him about the IV "water" going into him, saying this wasn't the normal way we took water. By 4:30am his swelling is down immensely, not gone by any measure, but at least he wasn't slurring his words any more because his tongue was too swollen. So he is still on steroids till tomorrow and now on a higher dose of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error">benadryl</span> round the clock. In fact he is laying on the couch right now not to far away from me because right now he doesn't want to sleep in his own bed. I think he's still kind of nervous. He looks a lot better! So hopefully tonight goes more smoothly, because I have to work again tomorrow and won't have the option to switch sleeping shifts with my husband tomorrow during the day. Coming down to it we are really feeling that there was some trace amount in his food from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error">Arbys</span>, and because he is so sensitive to react, that this is what it was yet again. I hate seeing him so miserable and wish that he didn't have to deal with this. He is such a sweet <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">endearing</span> little boy! So I count my blessings for modern medicines, good family, and having him still in our lives. Even in his prayers tonight he said he was grateful!<br />So I'm sorry if this is nothing but a huge long ramble. I am still quite sleepy, and hoping tonight goes better!Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-69919558363550697192009-08-01T20:03:00.002-07:002009-08-01T20:20:43.505-07:00BaptismAs a current events updates, I now have an 8 year old daughter, and a 6 year old son, and still a 3 year old daughter for another 2 months. :) For other big news, Ali was baptized today. It was a great day! I got to see family and enjoy their company, feed them lots of food, and watch them interact. It was sad in that my sister Karen and her family were not able to come because of sick kids, and my sister <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kaylene</span> and her family because quite frankly if they could keep flying every where every 2 months for one family occasion or another I would be worried for them. We were fortunate enough to have my Grandma Carma here. It was very nice to see her, and I think she brought some one with her, that still loves her very much.<br /><br />On that note, let me side track back to my memories of my baptism. You see I have dimples. They are very prominent when I smile or even slightly smile. I hated my dimples growing up. They brought attention to me when I didn't want be noticed. Around that same time frame I remember watching a movie done by Disney, with a title with something to do with "The girl who spelled Freedom" I could be wrong on the title, not entirely important to the story any way. I remembered when I watched that movie that the mom who had dimples when she smiled with her lips curled in, her dimples didn't show (of course in the movie she was choking back tears of pride at the time....) so in my youth, I decided I didn't want my dimples to show for my baptism pictures. *<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">eye roll</span>* ( I wish I had a scanner to show you how the pictures ended up turning out.) So as my sister Karen tries to coax a real smile out of me unsuccessfully, I kept telling her that I was smiling. Well the pictures ended up looking like I was frowning...and low and behold, BOTH dimples were showing anyways!!!<br />Then on the road trip back home I ended up doing or saying something mean to my sister <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kaylene</span> in the car, and she piped in right away to me "Oh! You already have something to repent for!" Oh dear! If you knew me as a child, you could imagine how quiet and upset I was for the next few hours after that. My poor family!!!Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-30506658354200448742009-07-22T21:17:00.003-07:002009-07-22T21:49:32.647-07:00The Laser Tagging storyI am really starting to think that is becoming a vacant blog. Not by me alone, but by all other followers as well. Not that it matters too much, I more or less mean it as a way of documenting my life and thoughts any ways. So as I glanced over an old blog, I noticed that I made the comment that there was a story for another blog. So here goes.<br />Lets just say that I had a crush on a guy for a long time through out my school years. I'm not sure if he was ever aware of how many girls had crushes on him, but I could name at least a few if not all of my friends growing up at one point. So I had finally gotten the courage to ask said guy out. I had a good set up, you see I worked for a Doctor and every year before Christmas he would take us out to dinner and give us our Christmas bonuses. (I still like that Doctor as a side note) So I called him up (not unusual considering it was not the first time I had called him, although I'm sure that he got hung up before any one ever answered quite a few times by me personally, before I ever got the real nerve to actually talk to him, boy am I glad caller ID wasn't as popular till I got older.) So anyways. I digress way to easily. <br />So I called him up and he agreed, and I even overheard him ask one of his friends that was a girl, what he should wear. So I was pretty stoked! He is looking forward to this right? <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">OY</span>! Did I mention that my older sister also worked for the same Doctor, and was going to be doubling with us for the rest of the night? Probably not. My sister and her husband were quite nice about the whole thing and went on many a double date with me and other guys as well. So we pick him up and head out to dinner which was rather <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">awkward</span>. How <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">awkward</span> you ask. You know when some one hardly touches their food or tries to be ultra <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">etiquette</span> in a tough situation? Well, apparently this was both of us if my memory serves me right. I felt over <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">conscientious</span>, because I didn't want to eat more than he did. I kept <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">fidgeting</span> with my clothes to make sure I still looked <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>. The conversation you ask? Um... lacking. Making the fidgeting coming up to a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">deafening</span> roar. But I really really liked this guy, he had a fun personality and was way cute! I had caught him checking me out in the hall once, so I know I wasn't completely <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hideous</span> to him, so why the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">awkwardness</span>? I'm still not sure. So the date moves on and we decided to try and go bowling which didn't end up working out so we then drove to the Galleria (that is no longer in existence) and decided to go laser tagging. I felt more nervous about this because I had heard (said guy)him with a few of his friends saying that the galleria was a crappy place to go laser tagging. He never once said anything to the contrary, so at least I knew he wasn't going to be a jerk! So we go laser tagging, and we get everything set up, and go in, and if you don't know me personally, let me say that I'm fairly short. For example I have to get a stool to get to the top shelf any where, if not a step stool. So I was running around trying to shoot him, like he was trying to shoot me. When I turned around to run away, about the same time he had turned the opposite way, I run face first into a MUCH taller guys laser pack! Blood starts immediately pouring out of my nose, like the hose you turn on when you want to rinse something off, but leave it on because you may still need it but don't want to waste too much water. So thank goodness my sister found me soon after and got a worker there to escort me out, and to the ladies room. I ended up in the bath room for the remaining 20 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">minutes </span>of laser tag trying to get my nose to stop bleeding. I'm not really sure how long it was, I just know that I was really light headed, and felt really stupid! So he comes out to find no one waiting for him except my brother in law, who doesn't really have a whole lot in common with him, to let him know what happened. So we end deciding to end the date there, and take us home. So because of lack of mental status, couldn't carry on a conversation the whole way home and rested my head against the car window, hoping that this was not listed on his worst date list. He said good night, left the car and to be honest I'm not really sure if he ever said much to me again after that date. I don't remember. Did I mention that this was my first time I had been laser tagging? Well, up till my husbands birthday last month, it had been my only time laser tagging. So I went with my husband, and guess what, no bloody nose!!!Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-78545366909650153772009-07-21T22:43:00.003-07:002009-07-21T23:06:00.691-07:00Lost in ThoughtI am a little lost in thought right now. Not anything too major stuck on my mind. The main thing is that I love my family. I love the little boy sleeping on the bedroom floor of the girls room, because he didn't want to sleep in his own room. So much so that when he gave so many problems going to sleep tonight, that made me want to pull out a few hairs in the process. I love my space cadet oldest, who gets so lost in her books like I do that she forgets to listen to the other things that are happening in the real world around her. I love my screaming monkey! The child that screams when she doesn't get her way, and is SLOWLY learning that I'm not playing that game any more. I love my husband who just wanted to watch TV with me tonight but realizing how much lost in thought that I am right now was nice enough not to point it out, and just smiled and nodded when I asked him if I was a prickly pear tonight. I love all of my family and am so very grateful for them. I'm realizing how changing life is, and when things you don't expect come up around the corner. You would think I would truly get that by now with how many shifts I have made as a part of living in my short adult life. I watch as people I associate with, care for, and wish the best for start going through difficult times in their lives. I know the pain of uncertainty in ones life quite personally and don't wish it on any one. Sometimes things are affected by other actions or decisions, or just plain and simply just happen, and could not be prevented, but just dealt with. So I feel this pit in my stomach fall deeper as I simply taste the trial they are going through in their lives. To be honest, I wouldn't want what they go through, and I'm not sure that I would want to take it away from them either. I know that they will become stronger some how despite of it. I still simply taste their pain on their <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">countenance's</span>. I know the actions, of repetition and pushing through when all you want to do is simply break down and be done with everything. So, because I know, I push on and pray for them, as so many did for me. Its hard to think that sometimes things in this short existence are simply there, and to be pushed through, not to break us, but to make us be able to weather and understand so much more. I truly hope that I do understand more than I did before all the frustrations in my own life. I will definitely count my empathy so much higher. I will count that as something learned! So here is to my tired ramblings coming to an end for the night. Slightly thinking that perhaps like blogging under the influence, I shouldn't blog when tired. :)Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-22143146768679201232009-07-20T09:38:00.002-07:002009-07-20T09:47:07.060-07:00I'M TOO TIRED!!!<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>, not really! I've actually been doing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>. Just really busy. For example starting on July 4<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>, we went to a cousins baptism, , had Ali's 8<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> birthday party (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">OY</span>!), and gone camping. Came home got kids clean and starting a whole new work week with lots more fun. :S<br />So no, I'm not giving up, I'm just really busy and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">preoccupied</span> with life's events, and family and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">friends</span> events. Dealing with emotions that come with all of the above! :) I've come to appreciate that I am truly blessed with a lot. Life wasn't meant to be easy, and there is a lot to learn along the way! I've realized that all the tough stuff was for a reason, just not sure what the reason is exactly yet. I'm not sure I'll know exactly more than to know that I can make it through with out going completely insane. (at least not yet)Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-27741303707915017552009-06-21T18:10:00.002-07:002009-06-21T18:22:24.376-07:00Mr MomI have a great dad who helped me <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">a lot</span> over the years, as well as a great father in law who has followed suit. I could dedicate a whole post to each of them alone, but right now I think I need to do this one to my husband. You see my husband is currently Mr Mom. He has been cooking dinner, doing laundry, cleaning, bathing kids, helping with home work, and the many transportation needs for our 3 children, while I work, and of course I still help out when I can. This past week with Trev being sick, Brie had a birthday party to go to, as well as Ali had 2 to go to in one day and my husband because the earlier part of the week he was home with Trev didn't get to go out and get new pants for the temple (apparently he's gained weight since marrying me....) He had been running around getting things to go to the temple on Friday with his brother. He never once complained, simply <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">apologized</span> one night for being too tired to stay up much later after I got off of work. To top off this incredible week, I have not been feeling well, and I could simply not keep my eyes open this morning- Fathers day of all days. He helped arrange to get our oldest to church, and let me sleep until noon, and then told me we were going to take me to the doctor. All on Fathers day. So I have a sinus infection, and have a hard time staying awake, and he hasn't complained once. He even offered to help cook dinner at his family get together today. So here is the biggest thank you and "You are awesome Babe!" to my husband today, Love you lots!Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-56773204235414138822009-06-17T11:41:00.004-07:002009-06-17T12:15:42.937-07:00What it takes to potty train and other updates<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxDQLRnLd64tc_T3cbNacolpV1dlijR6AGi2n9FDd5U7McD5xMdRy4OmbO1CJINanwIzKn2Z88zG1EcNeDEHhzHVmywqucD0mToqNUs-TxWtlNnJQ6xqvXW8HAR9EYFVyUxgpjJkt-jHQ/s1600-h/dora+tooth+brush.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348370982157606962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxDQLRnLd64tc_T3cbNacolpV1dlijR6AGi2n9FDd5U7McD5xMdRy4OmbO1CJINanwIzKn2Z88zG1EcNeDEHhzHVmywqucD0mToqNUs-TxWtlNnJQ6xqvXW8HAR9EYFVyUxgpjJkt-jHQ/s200/dora+tooth+brush.jpg" /></a><br /><div>What it takes to potty train? Quite frankly I don't have the slightest clue. My oldest I worked with for a few months before she turned 3 and she was potty trained, not much of any accidents after. My son potty trained himself before the age of 2 because he just decided one day he didn't want to be in diapers any more. He has had a few accidents along the way, but I kid you not his bladder must be the size of a pea. When we went 4 wheeling with my father in law, we were gone for about 4 hours at most, and low and behold he watered the bushes at least 6 times while we were there. My youngest will be turning 4 in late <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">September</span> and have tried to see if she was ready to potty train since shortly before she turned 3. She is a fun child don't get me wrong, she just has her own time schedule and no one is going to mess it up. What finally got her to use the potty? The image on the right. This specific one to be exact. It had to be Dora Mermaid Princess that has the little electric spinning head tooth brush. They have regular ones, non electronic, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Dora</span> snow princess, and many many more. So yes we own this tooth brush now. Along with a Barbie and Pirates electronic spinning head tooth brushes for the other two kids.</div><div>And just for the record, we had Trev into the ER on Sunday night. (I seriously wonder if they are going to start remembering his name if he continues to have problems...) He had been having a hard time breathing all day, and have been giving him his breathing treatments (the extra ones) in hopes that it would help and he could feel good again. So at about 9pm Sunday night I checked on him again, and he was running a fever and was still a bit wheezy and he couldn't have another treatment for another 2 hours... So I called our nurse line with the insurance. Given the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">situation</span> that I could describe best, and my son telling me that his chest hurt, she advised us that we had to call 911, simply for the fact that he could be getting a lot worse really quick and he had to be checked out. We didn't have a peak flow meter, or an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">oximeter</span>. (for those of you non asthma aware people the peak flow meter helps tell how much air they are getting in and out, the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">oximeter</span> tells how <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">oxygenated</span> there blood is) With out knowing those details she said he would probably have to be transported. So the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">EMT's</span> came and checked him out, he was doing well enough for us to transport him, but said that he definitely did need to be seen tonight! So we head to the ER, and despite the 4 other people in the waiting room when we got there, I filled out the form and almost as soon as they read it they had us back in a room. Oh great! My first thought is that he some how has gotten the swine flu. Or H1n1 to be PC. (no he doesn't have it!) I have to give them credit for being so good with him. Despite having to swab his throat and sticking another swab up his nose to test for the flu, they did all they could to make him comfortable. The ended up doing a chest X-Ray and then did a treatment and he was feeling better by midnight and let us take him home and gave us a prescription for steroids to help with the asthma issues. So I wake up the next morning to him throwing up. Which to be honest does not surprise me. When he has had a hard time breathing he vomits to the point of retching his poor little body. This continued for the morning and then subsided. Then my husband calls me at work to let me know that the ER called us and said to have him come back in. Oh GREAT!!! They took a second look at the X-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">rays</span> and they couldn't see a definite line around his heart, because it was blurry, which for those of you in the medical field probably know by now, my son has pneumonia. So my husband was sent home with an anti-nausea medication and antibiotic. This morning my son woke up and actually ate a piece of toast, with no <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">vomiting</span>, and has been slightly bouncing off the walls, and then rests for a long period of time. He is so going to school tomorrow! So we are on the mend. We celebrated <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Matt's</span> birthday last night, we went laser tagging and to my delight for my only 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> time playing I did not come out of it with a bloody nose! But <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> another story for another day.</div>Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-34710204630430610122009-06-13T23:13:00.003-07:002009-06-13T23:33:14.717-07:00Rainy day with out powerWe had the fun opportunity to have the power go out this afternoon. Meaning we couldn't watch movies, play electronic games of any sort, and because it was pouring rain outside that left us inside without power. My kids kept asking what we were going to do with out power. My kids found that they could make shadow puppets with a flash light in the dark. They were having so much fun they even started to dance (yes with out music) using the "spot light". I'm not quite sure where they got the idea but the dancing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">proceeded</span> with every one and the flash light became a strobe light. Then they got a little too wound up and heads were bumped together. <br />So then my husband decided to teach our oldest two how to play chess. Matt and I are big game players and have quite an assortment of games. When we were first married we played a lot of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Othello</span> when it was just us. We finally decided we needed more than just one game we could play by our selves, so here comes the chess story. The first and only time we have ever played chess, in the middle of the game something he did completely pissed me off. Come to think of it I may have been a little on the bad end of the month at the time, and we had one of our biggest <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">arguments</span> in the <em><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">beginning</span> </em>of our marriage. My husband when he tells people about us playing chess he says "there were lawyers on the phone". So when he suggested teaching Ali and Trev how to play chess, I was kind of surprised. My sons strategy was what pieces can I take off the board of my sisters. My daughters was simply to learn what each piece did and the goal of the game. Maybe that is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">reminiscent</span> of how we played.... I don't know. My daughter won. No lawyers were called, but my husband and I did not play chess!Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-9471500937884322262009-06-02T19:41:00.002-07:002009-06-02T20:14:42.773-07:00"You are so funny!"Have I ever mentioned the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cheesy</span> Child I have. Meaning the wild Monkey, the the youngest and best birth control I've ever had? My youngest in other words. This is how my day usually starts. 6:00 am or 6:15 am "MOM! MOM!!! I want to get up!!!" my Brie starts screaming to wake me up to come and get her from her bed. Mind you her bedroom is right next to ours and she is fully capable to get herself up and walk into my room to wake me up. This morning was a little different. 6:30 "...mom...can I get up?"- my son whispering to me!!!! So I get up and move myself to the living room turn on cartoons and start to fall asleep thinking any minute Brie is going to be screaming for me to come get her out of her bed. 7:39!!! It is almost a world record for her! The only exclusion is the one night she was sick and woke up very sick the next morning at about 8:30. But that is not really the funny thing she did today. She has been a little more on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">temperamental</span> side lately...or always not sure which yet. Anyways she has been kind of mean to Ali lately and took Alis hat tonight and threw it away from her and walked off. So my husband and I let her know that she needed to shape up and apologize. She did. She has this tendency to say "DON'T look at me!" after she is put back in line. I simply told her that I was her mother and I have every right to look at her when I needed to tonight and she just looked the other way and pouted. So my husband was sitting next to her and was looking at her shoes and just checked to see how much room she had left to grow in them. "Dad, I'm just wiggling my toes! See I'm not wiggling anything else!" she says. Matt tells her that he is just checking to see how her shoes are fitting and then she responds "Oh, you are funny Dad!" I think she got it wrong...she is the funny one!Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-4389304291365563152009-05-17T21:08:00.004-07:002009-05-17T21:27:12.555-07:00My sweet ParramoreI am starting to realize that this whole thing is becoming more and more like a journal that is visible to anyone and is some what censored. I'll take that for what it is, and at least be able to say that I am trying. If it means that I feel better about keeping some sort of personal history, it is better than nothing. Having said that I'll continue with the complete randomness that is this blog.<br />So....what my dear sweet husband got me for mothers day. First of all, knowing that we were going out of town, and realizing that I hadn't been wearing my wedding ring for fear of loosing any other diamond on it (see previous blog for details), had bought me reasonably priced <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dainty</span> attractive ring before we left. He said he had another gift for me. My husband is horrible at keeping gifts a secret. From day one... Let me start by saying that after we went out to look at rings when we were dating, he dropped me off after me telling him which ones I would really like. He came back and said that he couldn't afford one, and then right there in my living room, after my mother had left the room, got down on one knee and proposed to me. Christmas are similar stories. He asks me every year if I want to know what he's getting me, and my answer always is, "I will wait!". So through out the whole trip in Nevada, he would randomly ask me if I wanted to know what my mothers day gift was. I kept telling him on threats of kicking out of said car, room, locations not to tell me till mothers day. He would laugh and bring it up again later. Apparently he is far more attentive than I give him credit for. I had noticed about a month ago that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Paramore</span> was coming to concert with No Doubt in May. Seeing the date I thought it was the day his sister was going to be induced for her 3rd baby. So I joked with him, that is was too bad, or I might try to win tickets to the concert off the radio station. Okay, so if you can't tell, I like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Paramore</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">in fact</span> he tried to find any of their <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">CDs</span> for me for Christmas, but every place he went was sold out. I have been living on my Twilight soundtrack he could find instead. So like a good husband he told me on Mothers day that he had gotten us tickets to their concert. <br />So now the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">panic</span> sets in. I wonder how to go to a concert like this?!? I'm not that young and hip, I just like the music and think it would be cool to see them. In situations like these the shyness returns to the surface and I want to go into shut down. Given how sweet my husband has been, I don't think I can do that. So I will keep pushing off the thought and keep pushing through all the way till the day after the concert. I love my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Paramour</span>(meaning my husband not the band), and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">thoughtfulness</span> can't be passed up.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-41162804514218891362009-05-10T22:22:00.002-07:002009-05-10T22:48:15.593-07:00Missing my kidsIt will be a short post tonight. Seeing that I flew in, white knuckle gripped to the arm rests of the plane early this evening, and work starts at nine, but my day starts at 6am and won't end till way after 9pm <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tomorrow</span>.<br />I went to my Grandpas funeral this weekend and it was fun in good way. I miss my Grandpa terribly, but as I saw my many cousins that I have not seen in over a decade, I could see things he left in each and every one of us, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">whether</span> its my bald cousins head or an expression on one of their faces or a kind word that one said to another. I had fun playing, "What's my name" with many of my cousins. They could all identify me as the youngest girl of my family, and my name started with a K. (which really wouldn't be that hard!) Only a few got it right, and most of those were around my age not older. Given I am the second youngest out of the Norma <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Grand kids</span>. (My Grandma Carma has 3 kids, who have 6 kids now...) And to my fault, I did confuse my cousin Tom with my cousin Sam. I'm sorry but when they both smile really wide the smile looks the same, and I know their personalities are completely opposite, but both still very good men! After all this I did find out which one of them had been changing the radio station at our house when they came to visit while growing up. (Tom FYI) I saw so many kids from 1 to 16 that I had never seen that are indeed some how related. As I watched all the kids running around and playing, I missed my 3 little kids at home with the other set of grandparents. I even accidentally had something with nuts in it and even though it was one of the few times I can, when I'm not around my son, I could have it. I honestly would have rather given up the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">delicacy</span> of a nut for having my son with me. So because of work I had to fly home today to work <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">tomorrow</span>, and I'm not an especially good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">flyer</span>. The last time prior to flying to this I was flying home because I was in a car accident in California, and was still quite dizzy (had about the equilibrium of a drunk with out the fuzzy vision or lack or reality) from the accident when I did fly. So, not because of work, but because I wanted so badly to see my sweet 3 little faces, I held on for the hour flight to see them all sooner. Although I got some killer mother day gifts (post coming..) the best Mothers day gift I got was the 3 little sleeping angels in the other rooms.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-90966135027775952142009-05-06T18:16:00.003-07:002009-05-06T18:34:37.184-07:00Ed CarlsonI have finally had some sleep and have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">undevoted</span> time (meaning kids are in bed, husbands getting a hair cut and its not completely dark outside yet.). <br />So to put it simply I will always love all of my grandparents. My Grandpa Carlson that just passed away is my last biological <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">grandparent</span> that was living. (I have to note here that his 1st wife, my biological grandmother passed away before I was born, and he remarried Carma, who will always be my Grandma Carma.) He was in his 90's you might want to check one of my sisters blogs for his exact age. He left so many fun memories. When I was really little, I didn't like his hugs, I felt like he hugged so tight I was going to crumble like a piece of paper your wadding up to throw in a trash can. As I got older his hug didn't lessen, but I understood that he wanted to make sure that we knew he loved us, even if it still did feel like my insides were gushing to my top or bottom from the hug.<br />The every day memories I have of him are of him reading the newspaper, sneaking me cookies from the cookie jar at his house, him wearing a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">beigish</span> brown sweater and starting to fall asleep sitting in a recliner, and him eating corn nuts randomly out of his shirt pocket.<br />My sister Kim complained once that she was so short, and my Grandfather at 6 feet plus letting her know that our grandmother was that tall. I am the same height as Kim, and knowing that, its harder to complain about being short.<br />I remember him killing the fake spider on the wall at my house growing up that my siblings thought would be a funny joke. <br />So many good memories to remember him by that although he is gone I know he has left me with a lot. I know he has left all of his family with a lot of good memories to hold on too.<br />There is so many more stories to tell, but the only people they would mean <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">alot</span> to would be family, and I get to see them this weekend for his funeral.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597276702701995528.post-3737429814347288592009-05-03T22:05:00.003-07:002009-05-03T22:21:16.336-07:00No Stinkin' Thinkin'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, so nothing really particular to blog about. No real point tonight. I haven't blogged in a while. Not that there hasn't been things I've wanted to post. There have been <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">a lot</span> of things I wanted to post. Funny or cute things about my kids (like my 3 year old after being sick giving me a hug and telling me she loves me then going to her dad, giving him a hug and then says "I love Mom!"), comment about society in general (like the mad dash of people running for face masks and hand <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sanitizer</span>- there is a thing called soap...), major life events. So many things going through my mind that I would like to post but some how am not able to retain focus long enough to type it out. I have done a lot of crying in the past couple of months. I've done a lot of laughing. I've just plain been doing a lot the last couple of months. (as a side note I hate the saying "when life gives you lemons, make lemonade" not that I don't believe it, I just think there is a better way to say it and to be encouraging.) So the main thing that I really want to take the time to blog about I can't really do right now. I want to blog about all my memories of my Grandfather that passed away this last Tuesday. I feel like I am in such a state of exhaustion from life in general I won't be able to justice to all I want to say. I want to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">able</span> to tell it with the care that it needs. So that blog will come another day. Probably after his funeral this coming weekend.<br />So not a real update on my life right now. Just a quick little blurb to say that I still plan on working on this blog. Just trying to get things done. I'm hanging in there ever so tiredly. I am being of as good of cheer and looking at life optimistically, taking things one day at a time. No "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">stinkin</span>' <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">thinkin</span>' " happening, just exhaustion. :) FYI, thank you Krista for that saying! :)Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09865986752873915577noreply@blogger.com2