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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
hmmm, title name??? -- got nothin', just wanna write
I'm sitting here reading and catching up on all the blogs I didn't have the address to while my computer was packed away. Hey, what better way to test out the computer set up to be sure everything is working then to get online and blog hop, let the kids play games, and print off some stuff. Yup - got it all up and working great :o)!!
Jason is too funny. Not news to anyone, just has to be said right NOW.
I finally upgraded my cell phone, and just LOVE the one I got. I'm not big on all the "stuff" phones do, but this one is touch screen, and I set it so it TELLS me, like a mini-robot announcer,t elling me who a text message is from. I can even have it read the text to me...too cool.
So here I was, happily reading and typing away, when I suddenly hear from over on the couch "a message from....Jason." Let me just say, that was a MUCH better feeling then to be walking thru the store and have the phone go off 4 times telling me it's a message from one of the kids. LOL. This one I jumped for.
Text, phone, letter, photo,... I'll take anything I can get. It's only been a week, so it's not like I'm any sort of point of desperation to hear his voice. I know exactly where he is, and basically what it is he's doing each day, but it's just good to hear his voice to actually KNOW how he is and how the day is going. Yesterday, He got the big ol' box of goodies and fun stuff we mailed. So his belly is happy, he's been enjoying "Heck, where the bad kids go" ( I thought he needed pure humor, and a book from the kids/teens wouldn't have language in it.) -- BOY is he enjoying it :o), along with butterfingers and peanut m&m's. The guys there with him love the puzzle books and goodies I sent for him to share. If I had more money I'd send SO much more. We're trying to bargain shop and get at least one more parcel off into the mail while he's gone.
Oh - yeah, he actually had his phone today because they let him get it to see the photos we sent of Robbie. She got her hair cut for Locks of Love, and looks SO adorable!! I've got to download the before and afters, and email myself all the ones I took with my phone of the step by step of it all.
Anyway, the kids have finally stopped talking (2 were still giggling when I started typing) so if I'm lucky I can finally get my tired old body off to bed.
Catch ya later, and have a great day.
Jason is too funny. Not news to anyone, just has to be said right NOW.
I finally upgraded my cell phone, and just LOVE the one I got. I'm not big on all the "stuff" phones do, but this one is touch screen, and I set it so it TELLS me, like a mini-robot announcer,t elling me who a text message is from. I can even have it read the text to me...too cool.
So here I was, happily reading and typing away, when I suddenly hear from over on the couch "a message from....Jason." Let me just say, that was a MUCH better feeling then to be walking thru the store and have the phone go off 4 times telling me it's a message from one of the kids. LOL. This one I jumped for.
Text, phone, letter, photo,... I'll take anything I can get. It's only been a week, so it's not like I'm any sort of point of desperation to hear his voice. I know exactly where he is, and basically what it is he's doing each day, but it's just good to hear his voice to actually KNOW how he is and how the day is going. Yesterday, He got the big ol' box of goodies and fun stuff we mailed. So his belly is happy, he's been enjoying "Heck, where the bad kids go" ( I thought he needed pure humor, and a book from the kids/teens wouldn't have language in it.) -- BOY is he enjoying it :o), along with butterfingers and peanut m&m's. The guys there with him love the puzzle books and goodies I sent for him to share. If I had more money I'd send SO much more. We're trying to bargain shop and get at least one more parcel off into the mail while he's gone.
Oh - yeah, he actually had his phone today because they let him get it to see the photos we sent of Robbie. She got her hair cut for Locks of Love, and looks SO adorable!! I've got to download the before and afters, and email myself all the ones I took with my phone of the step by step of it all.
Anyway, the kids have finally stopped talking (2 were still giggling when I started typing) so if I'm lucky I can finally get my tired old body off to bed.
Catch ya later, and have a great day.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
time flies...just because
I am clearly not good at making blogging a habit. I may improve, but then again, I'm just happy to have ended the 6 month dry spell that existed in my journal. That is where I'm trying to focus my daily entries. HERE -- well, I suppose if anyone wanted to REALLY know anything I'd have comments that requested info. or asked where I'd run off to. (Facebook is too easy to leave itty bitty updates, so that is a teensy weensy reason for the lack of entries.)
SO -- as much as I have to catch up, tonight is simple rundown for anyone I may have somehow over looked in our email (if you didn't get an email...I don't have your current email address.)
June 11th, was double insanity at our house. It was the first day the packers came to the house, AND it was the last day of school. WELCOME --completely excited spazzy kids that can't touch a thing in their rooms, spent too much time in the hot sun, and - DARN IT- "Have" to sit and watch movies or read the one book they each kept out. Rough life for them, I know. The rotten parents that we are, we didn't let the packers pack up the Rock Band/Guitar hero stuff either.
Just a little tip - if you ever are making a "short" move ---- for us a whoppin' 4 blocks up the street OUT of about to be torn down house IN to the brand spankin' new, one story house!! ----- then do NOT set up packing to be done and then the move to be made with a WEEKEND in the middle of it all. Talk about a test of ones sanity.
We made the move 8 days ago, and in the midst of the movers loading up our stuff, Jason got a call about one of the PTSD in-patient treatment facilities. They could take him as early as we could get him off. 4 days later, on Friday, off he went to Texas.
What does this mean??
For Jason.... no computer, cell phone, video games, or kids around to tickle, tease, or torment. He has a 'safe' environment to really "work" on the things that keep knocking him a good one without warning, and leave him worn out, mentally, physically, and spiritually. They will also be able to try to sort out his bed time meds to help him to NO longer sleep walk and act upon his dreams. Our overall goal...no more night time injuries for dear old dad.
For the kids... school is out, they all have new bedrooms, and have decided with dad gone, they get to turn the dial UP on their voices. They forget that dad doesn't have exclusive rights on getting headaches. /shrug/ what's a mom to do? The new house is great, and they will hopefully help get more of it unpacked while dad is gone, or at least keep up on the chores while MOM unpacks. Our neighborhood community center is really close to our house, and they just opened the family swimming pool. It is wide open at one end, and is like a "beach" in the sense that you walk in and it slowly gets deeper, till it's deep end at a whoppin' depth of 4 feet. The big kids are pretty bummed it's not deeper. When we can manage to find all the swimsuits, we plan to enjoy more of the summer days over there...deep or not, it's a POOL - ahhhhhh.
For ME..... unpacking, organizing, and catching up on sleep one of these days. Noone to run off to school. Only one appointment for each of us each week, so I try to schedule at least a couple kids at a time to consolidate driving.....'cause that's what I Doooo, I just drive :o). If I get lucky, I may even find all my sewing stuff and get back to work trying to sew up a storm and use up my many, many boxes of fabric and actually create things out of it all.
For the family... a fresh start. New house, summer months to chill and prepare to head up to visit Mark & Tammy again, and crossing fingers this treatment will be truly helpful for Jason so he can store his thoughts a little further back in his brain housing. Kind of like the garage, we don't want his unpleasant memories to be right there at the door, tumbling out when you open the door. Stacked at the back of the "garage" so you actually have to do a bit of work to get to them...that is the goal. I'd love for the family to get to enjoy more of our time, let go of some worry, and know that a different "normal" is A-Okay, so long as it means we're all together.
Better run for tonight, but that's what's up. Take Care All. :o)
SO -- as much as I have to catch up, tonight is simple rundown for anyone I may have somehow over looked in our email (if you didn't get an email...I don't have your current email address.)
June 11th, was double insanity at our house. It was the first day the packers came to the house, AND it was the last day of school. WELCOME --completely excited spazzy kids that can't touch a thing in their rooms, spent too much time in the hot sun, and - DARN IT- "Have" to sit and watch movies or read the one book they each kept out. Rough life for them, I know. The rotten parents that we are, we didn't let the packers pack up the Rock Band/Guitar hero stuff either.
Just a little tip - if you ever are making a "short" move ---- for us a whoppin' 4 blocks up the street OUT of about to be torn down house IN to the brand spankin' new, one story house!! ----- then do NOT set up packing to be done and then the move to be made with a WEEKEND in the middle of it all. Talk about a test of ones sanity.
We made the move 8 days ago, and in the midst of the movers loading up our stuff, Jason got a call about one of the PTSD in-patient treatment facilities. They could take him as early as we could get him off. 4 days later, on Friday, off he went to Texas.
What does this mean??
For Jason.... no computer, cell phone, video games, or kids around to tickle, tease, or torment. He has a 'safe' environment to really "work" on the things that keep knocking him a good one without warning, and leave him worn out, mentally, physically, and spiritually. They will also be able to try to sort out his bed time meds to help him to NO longer sleep walk and act upon his dreams. Our overall goal...no more night time injuries for dear old dad.
For the kids... school is out, they all have new bedrooms, and have decided with dad gone, they get to turn the dial UP on their voices. They forget that dad doesn't have exclusive rights on getting headaches. /shrug/ what's a mom to do? The new house is great, and they will hopefully help get more of it unpacked while dad is gone, or at least keep up on the chores while MOM unpacks. Our neighborhood community center is really close to our house, and they just opened the family swimming pool. It is wide open at one end, and is like a "beach" in the sense that you walk in and it slowly gets deeper, till it's deep end at a whoppin' depth of 4 feet. The big kids are pretty bummed it's not deeper. When we can manage to find all the swimsuits, we plan to enjoy more of the summer days over there...deep or not, it's a POOL - ahhhhhh.
For ME..... unpacking, organizing, and catching up on sleep one of these days. Noone to run off to school. Only one appointment for each of us each week, so I try to schedule at least a couple kids at a time to consolidate driving.....'cause that's what I Doooo, I just drive :o). If I get lucky, I may even find all my sewing stuff and get back to work trying to sew up a storm and use up my many, many boxes of fabric and actually create things out of it all.
For the family... a fresh start. New house, summer months to chill and prepare to head up to visit Mark & Tammy again, and crossing fingers this treatment will be truly helpful for Jason so he can store his thoughts a little further back in his brain housing. Kind of like the garage, we don't want his unpleasant memories to be right there at the door, tumbling out when you open the door. Stacked at the back of the "garage" so you actually have to do a bit of work to get to them...that is the goal. I'd love for the family to get to enjoy more of our time, let go of some worry, and know that a different "normal" is A-Okay, so long as it means we're all together.
Better run for tonight, but that's what's up. Take Care All. :o)
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