Lovin' Life

Dividing Day

2011-11-16T21:57:00.001-06:00

Wow! I can't believe I have been in the hospital 34 days. Sometimes it seems like it hasn't been near that long, and sometimes it is hard for me to remember what life was like before the accident. There is a song called 'Dividing Day' from the musical 'Light in the Piazza' that my sweet friend Caroline recently performed, and I feel like this accident was my dividing day. There is a before - my old life, where I took my friends and talents for granted, and there is an after - my new life, where I will have to work 10 times as hard to do some of the things I enjoy, but my eyes have been opened to the many friends, family, neighbors and acquaintances who care for me more than I ever could have imagined.

Tomorrow morning I go in for my fifth surgery. My doctor feels like this could be my last big surgery, and if all goes well....I might go home next week! Very exciting prospect! But also scary. Here in the hospital, things are very safe. The nurses make sure I get my medications, my friends make sure I have a clean face and tidy hair, the hand therapist comes to me to work on my hand...the list goes on and on. When I go home, things will be much more challenging. I will still have an immobile arm. I will be responsible for getting my meds and water and making it to the bathroom and getting in and out of bed. Now I know my family will help me with some of these things. And, my friends will be available during the day to help me. But I also have to regain some independence and start doing for myself again, one step at a time. This is the 'after'. The new life where I learn to manage with one hand for a while as I go through my therapy. It is going to be a big challenge! But, I have a great support system that is not going to disappear just because I'm out of the hospital! I know I can face this challenge head on because there are people right behind me, ready to do all they can to help me if I need them. So let's get this show on the road! I am ready to spend some quality time with my family in my own home! Sounds like we'll need to have a party soon....

Loved Beyond Expectation!

2011-11-11T10:18:00.001-06:00

Well, today marks about a month since the accident. I have now been in the hospital four weeks! And what an adventure it has been! 4 surgeries down, a couple more to go (maybe just one more :-) ) 3 different rooms and two trips to ICU. I have met the most amazing doctors, nurses, cleaning staff...everyone here at Hendrick has been so kind to me. Nurses from other areas of the hospital that I have stayed in even come to check on me! That kind of treatment is above and beyond my expectations FOR SURE!

But I think what has touched me the most is the devotion to prayer that my friends, family, co-workers,and even people I don't know have shown. I receive calls, messages, visits and cards daily from so many people who are continuously praying for me. It touches me and comforts me in a way I would never have expected. People I haven't seen in years have reached out to me, and I rest assured that every petition is being heard. I am getting stronger every day as I wait ~~patiently~~ for my next round of surgery. I can get out of bed again almost on my own (I still need help not getting tangled in all the wires and drains attached to me.) I am back to walking around and sitting in a chair. AND...today I start therapy on my hand! I am excited and a little nervous about that. I know it won't be without its painful moments, but I also know it will be worth it to get my fingers moving again! I still have a long road ahead of me...a few more weeks in the hospital and lots of hard work in rehab once I go home, but I refuse to get caught up in the length of time all this will require. Focusing on each day as it comes is so much better. Don't get me wrong....I am anxious to get home and be with my family, and I don't want to spend one second longer in this plastic bed than required. But when I go home, I want to GO HOME! Not end up right back in bed because of some crazy complication.

So please, please keep the prayers coming! They are instrumental in my progress. Any expectations I ever held regarding people helping me has been blown out of the water. I feel loved, loved, loved, and that is the greatest feeling I have ever known!

A Little More Patience? And Some Thanks, Too!

2011-11-06T14:56:00.000-06:00

I have avoided the mirror as much as possible lately. In fact, I haven't actually looked in the mirror in over a week. Everyone who has visited has commented on how well my face is healing and what a great job my plastic surgeon did, but it is still a shock to me every time I catch a glimpse of myself. I am trying to patiently wait for the scars and scabs to disappear, but I prefer not to look at them in the meantime.

Now, I have to say that I have been so proud of Alex (10) and Carter (8) during this hospitalization. They haven't complained about me being gone or missing their events or coming to the boring hospital to visit me. Alex has been especially mature - taking it all in stride and moving forward. Carter has had a more difficult time. He just wants me to come home and doesn't understand why he can't take care of me instead of the nurses. And, of course, when my ear was still covered up, he was worried I would be a different person when I did come home because of the alien transmissions I was receiving through my ear covering. That thing really did look like a receiver of some kind, but perhaps we should cut down on the 'Dr. Who' watching for now. And then there was last night. Carter and Alex were here for a visit, but Carter would hardly even look at me, much less talk to me. I finally got him to come sit with me on the bed and talk it out. Basically, his issue is that my face is scary. It makes him afraid to look at me and he can't sleep at night because of it. The very last thing I want is for my son to be afraid of me, so we agreed that he will not visit me again until either the scabs are gone or he is ready to try again. It breaks my heart not to see him, but I want him to be comfortable around me. It is certainly hard to be patient, though, and wait for my face to heal when I want kisses from my babies!!! And I mean NOW, not in a few more weeks. Patience...patience...

I have worried a lot about Eric, Alex and Carter as I hang out in my bed. I get a lot of thinking time, you know! And I MUST say some thank-you's to the many people who are taking care of my family. Eric has shielded me from as much worry as possible, so I know I'm not even aware of all the help we have received. I know that personally, so many of my friends, acquaintances and co-workers have brought me all kinds of diversions...books, electronic devices, food, drinks, lotions, clothes...anything you can think of that would make me more comfortable. And I have heard so much about last night's benefit at ACU! I can't wait to see the video! And I know there is another benefit next week at Play Faire Park! AND, I know an account has been set up for my family to assist us financially while I can't work. Plus all the meals being provided to Eric and the kids, and the help in driving them to their various lessons...I am overwhelmed by the loving and giving attitudes of people we know and even people we don't know. We are blessed, blessed, blessed to be a part of so many incredible peoples' lives. Thak you all so much! and please, most importantly, keep praying for all of us. Your prayers are the best gift of all and are keeping us moving forward!

Patience Is Not My Greatest Strength

2011-11-06T12:35:00.000-06:00

When the kids were little, (oh...who am I kidding...the other day) when they were impatient, Eric and I would sing them a song from 'The Music Machine.' It goes:
Have patience, have patience. Don't be in such a hurry.
When you get impatient, you only start to worry.
Remember, remember that God is patient, too...
And think of all the times when others had to wait for you!

Naturally, this drives the kids crazy. So we sing it often. Hahaha!

But, as I have laid here in bed after my most recent surgery, I have thought about this little song an awful lot. It is hard to be patient. I have a lot of questions about my upcoming treatment. Tuesday, my surgeon had enough time for the muscle graft (very interesting looking, by the way...kind of like a roast wrapped around my arm,) but he decided to wait on the skin graft fora number of reasons. On the upside, my muscle graft is doing great and has good blood flow. But, I am TRYING to patiently wait and not be anxious about the surgeries still to come. I willl need a skin graft on my arm, two tendon grafts in my hand and some kind of bone reconstruction in my arm. These could happen in as few as one or as many as three more surgeries. We are just waiting for the surgeons to coordinate and make a plan. It is so hard to wait and be at the mercy of someone else's schedule. All I can think about is going home and starting rehab. A week ago, I was wearing clothes, getting in and out of bed pretty much on my own, and walking around. Now I am stuck back in bed unless I can get a couple of people to help me out, with no end in sight. I tell myself to be patient...that every day the pain is a little less and I become a little more mobile. Hey - I can move my fingers! THAT is exciting! I suppose the big challenge for me is the unknown. What lies ahead, and when will it happen? But, I know that with the help of my friends, family, and all the incredible people praying for me, I can make it through one day (or even one hour) at a time until I go home. All I need is just a little patience!

A Few Words about Friendship

2011-11-01T07:57:00.000-05:00

I cannot even begin to count the number of people who have lifted me up in one way or another these last few weeks. But before I ride off to surgery in my roll-y bed, I want to say something about my closest friends. My Best Friends.

I have the best friends ever. They have been with me, right by my side, for every step of this journey. These are the women I hang out with, shop with, eat out with, have Thursday night wine or margaritas with...the women I have shared my hopes and dreams and failures and the parts of my life I would like to keep secret even from myself. We have a great relationship and I have always felt I could depend on them.

Well, there is nothing like a few weeks in the hospital to test the limits of your relationships. And if this was some kind of test, they have passed with flying colors! My friends have bought me hospital clothes, brushed dried blood out of my hair, brushed my teeth, washed my face, brought me Sonic, tempted my waning appetite with my favorite foods, dressed me, washed me, helped me use the toilet, talked with me and rehashed the same moments over and over,long into the night, cut my food, fed me, painted my toenails, cleaned my fingernails....things I would NEVER EVER expect to ask from ANYONE. And the best part is, I haven't had to ask. Not once. My friends know me so well, they anticipate my needs. And since the accident, I have had at least one of them in arm's reach, day or night. They worked a schedule so they can be here for me. They have blessed me over and over!

My friends have given up time with their families and other friends to be with me. They have been instrumental in keeping me moving forward. I would not be holding up so well if they weren't here for me - that is certain! I have the best friends anyone could ever ask for. I do not know how I have been lucky enough to be blessed with not just one close friend, but THREE! I cannot imagine my life without Rebecca Ellerbrook, Trish Blazauskas, and Vicki Graham. They have been here for me every moment and every step of the way. I love you girls! Thank you for every laugh, every cry, every quiet moment, every look that spoke volumes more than we could put into words, every second of just being together and enjoying each others' company, every hour that you have watched over me while I slept. You are the very best friends anyone could ever have. It is impossible for me to thank you for all you have done for me and are planning to do for me as I recover, so all I can say is, "Thank you," and, "I love you!" And maybe someday I will be able to give you back some of these awesome blessings you have given me.

Blessed Beyond Belief

2011-10-31T22:17:00.000-05:00

I have always felt that my life has been blessed. I grew up in a family that loved me, and although there were some rough patches in there, my childhood was great! I never truly wanted for anything, and I had and have good relationships with all of my family members. I grew up in a Christian home and I have never had cause to question my faith. I went to a great college. True, I had a baby instead of graduating, but every class I took has enabled me to work independently and do well at a job I love. I married a wonderful man and have two beautiful and talented children. I have had job opportunities by the dozen offered to me at just the time I needed them, and I have loved every job I have ever worked. I own my own piano studio, AND I get to play at my church AND I get to accompany future Broadway Stars. So, yes! My life has been blessed beyond measure.

So, imagine my surprise when I discovered (after waking up from several days' sedation) that I had been in what undoubtedly should have been a fatal car accident. One minute I remember eating lunch with my Mom and the next thing I know someone is removing a breathing tube from my throat. Surprise is probably a mild description of what I felt. And then, the surprises kept coming. Thankfully, my Mom came out of the accident with only a broken wrist and some injured ribs. I am so, so thankful that my body took the greater abuse. I love my Mom so much, and I would never ever want her to be hurt for my sake. Then Eric slowly began revealing the extent of my injuries. Although I was wearing a seat belt, my body was partially pulled out of the car, so the left side of my face was basically scalped off. The surgeon had done an amazing job stitching me back together and reconstructing my ear, but we would have to wait and see the results. Maybe more surgeries later. The worst injury was to my right arm. My arm had been pulled out of the car and my humerus was crushed beyond repair. My brachial artery had been pulled out as well as several tendons in my fingers. There was a good chance the arm would have to go. After hours of surgery and a vein graft from my leg and I don't even know what else, my arm was saved. The surgeon conservatively estimated I would regain about 20% use, but I would have my own arm. As for playing the piano, forget it.

Well, let me tell you that I took all this better than I would ever have expected from myself. The only explanation I can give is that I was ALIVE! Nothing else really seemed to matter. I truly feel that God just filled me with peace about the whole situation. And then, the blessings just kept pouring down on me. My amazing church family was right there in CCU waiting with Eric and taking care of him. My family and best friends did not leave my side until they knew I would be ok. My incredible ACU family of co-workers came to check on me and talk to me even when I was unresponsive and sedated. The love and prayers flooded over me, and THEY are what will restore me to wholeness. Not just the incredible surgeon that I have. Not just the talented EMT's who got me to the hospital so quickly and gave me such good care. Not just the magnificent staff of doctors and nurses who saw me through the ER and 3 surgeries so far and my daily care.... I truly believe it is the faith and prayers of my wonderful family and friends across the globe who have diligently lifted up me and my situation.

I am overwhelmed by the power of these people and our awesome God who answers these prayers. My face is well on its way to normal. My arm still needs some work, but it works! The doctor thinks I will regain 90% uusage! I can feel my fingers and move them individually. These are just a few of the blessings I have been given that seemed completely out of reach two weeks ago.

I know many of my family and friends are worried that I maybe haven't fully grasped what this could mean for my future in music. But it is crystal clear to me. Yes, there was a time when I would have equated a life not making music with no life at all. But the truth is, I have an incredible and fulfilling life. I am a good Mom. I am a good cook and housekeeper. I'm a great piano teacher. I don't have to perform to be fulfilled. My life is richly blessed without that. Yes, it makes me sad to think I may never play some of my favorite sonatas or nocturnes or 2-part inventions like I could before. But it is truly ok. I can listen! And I can enjoy watching as my children and my students discover the same release I did when I learned those pieces. And who knows? My recovery is going so much better than expected! I know the prayers going out are for full restoration of function. And God can do it! If that is His plan, it will happen!

I have no idea what all these blessings mean for me. Tomorrow I go in for a muscle graft to replace my tricep and a skin graft to cover it up. As I prepare for bed, I can only pray that God continues to guide me so that I properly use these blessings He has bestowed upon me. I don't know if He has a special plan for the rest of my life or if He was just feeling extra-merciful on October 14 and since then. But whatever the reason behind it, I am loving this life and living every day fully.

Lessons I am Learning...

2011-06-15T22:07:00.000-05:00

Today marks the halfway point of a week-long Cooking Camp I have led in Kerrville the last three years. Usually by this point in the week, I am wishing I had never agreed to do this darn camp again. The campers are starting to get under my skin, my own kids and whatever friend we brought with us are driving me insane, and I am super cranky. HOWEVER, this year has been COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. I am loving this year's camp! We have had a few moments of frustration, but no big issues to deal with. As I waited for the worst today, I wondered, 'What is different? I am equally prepared as I have been in the past, I chose recipes that are just as complex as the last couple of years... What is happening?'

After much reflection, I have come to a couple of conclusions.

First, I have an incredible (and plentiful) support team of youth and adults this year. Don't get me wrong - I have had great help in the past, too! But this week, it seems like joyfulness and love and GIVING have pervaded everyone. Including me.

Which brings me to my second conclusion:

I am my own greatest problem.

If you have spent even the smallest amount of time with me, you know I am a controlling person. I like things done my way. I prefer to do things myself. I don't want to spend 10 minutes explaining to you what I need done and then wait 5 minutes for you to do it when I can just take 5 minutes and do it myself. This is undoubtedly what drives me to the edge of insanity. I am only one person. I am incapable of doing every last thing myself. You would not think this could possibly be a revelation, but it is.

I think what has made this week so different is how persistant these ladies and gentlemen are. They don't take no for an answer. And if I DO tell them I am fine, they go find something to do. I would head into the kitchen to prepare for the next recipe and find all my ingredients already laid out. Or, I would go to wash up some dishes on preparation for the next group and find them already washed. Or, I would open the kitchen door and the ladies would ask what I needed and not let me in. At first this was annoying. But, as the days have passed, I am finding myself able to put myself in the capable hands of these friends and accept the gifts they are trying to give me. It feels wonderful! My stress levels are low, I can enjoy every moment I get to spend with the campers instead of worrying how in the world I will get everything ready for the next group...

I need help. Literally. I have an incredible husband. I have the best friends anyone could ask for. I have a generous and loving family. I have a terrific church family. Why is it so difficult to accept the love and help all of these people are willing to give? My new goal is to say 'yes' more often. Not 'Yes, I can do that!' but, 'Yes! I do need your help.' No more bearing every burden on my own. If I can bring the peace I have felt this week into my daily life, I will be a better mother, wife, friend...

Let's see how well I rise to the challenge!

I may need your help.

Oops!

2011-05-26T20:04:00.000-05:00

So, obviously I have failed as a blogger! But I am trying to be better... Things have been ridiculously busy around here! I can't even get in to it...It makes me tiredd just to think about it. But, now my busy season is over, the kids are almost out of school, and I have a little more time on my hands. I'll give this another go...

Today I made bread for the first time in a long while. (Because I have been SOOOOO busy!) Making bread is like therapy for me. I have a lot of things that are weighing on me right now and sometimes I just feel like I want to escape from my crazy, often disappointing life and just be someone else somewhere else...

BUT...

Eric is having friends over tonight for the first time in a long time (AGAIN due to my crazy schedule!) so I wanted to make them some bread. One of the guys' favorites are these Brazilian rolls I make called sacaduros. They really are delicious. I pulled out all my best ingredients and got to work.

I LOVE working with bread dough. No bread machine for me, friends! There is just something so satisfying about putting together 4 simple ingredients (flour, water, yeast and sugar) and watching it come together into something beautiful and delicious. I love to feel the different stages of the dough under the palms of my hands, and I love the smell of rising dough. I love how the dough resists you at first, but if you are patient and gentle, it will eventually yield to you and be formed the way you want it. I'm sure this is a metaphor for at least five different areas of my life... Patience = very difficult for me... Anyway, after the nine hours of stirring, waiting, kneading, waiting, turning, waiting, forming, waiting I felt a lot better. I mean, if I can put all that time and patience and love into something the guys are just going to demolish tonight, SURELY I can put a comparable amount of effort into my children, my job, my spiritual life, my relationship with my husband....

Does this really work?

2010-04-08T09:20:00.001-05:00

Can I actually blog from my phone?!

Sent from my iPhone

Haven't Blogged Since AUGUST!?!?!

2010-04-08T08:39:00.002-05:00

I can't believe it has been so long since I have added an entry! That just goes to showhow busy we have been...

Here's the last 7 months recapped:

Alex is in 2nd Grade, Carter is in 1st Grade. Love their teachers, still loving the Clyde school district.

I have 22 piano students this year and they are all AWESOME! We had a great Christmas program and are looking forward to a fantastic Spring Recital next month.

I have taken a part time job as accompanist for the Musical Theatre Department at ACU. It is the most fun I have had in a long time! The students and faculty are so talented and fantastic to be around. Plus, it is challenging to sight read so much new music...

Carter and Alex are taking a Tap class at Turning Pointe and will be performing in recital on May 15...Mark your calendar!

Alex is taking violin lessons from Joyce McGlaun and doing a fantastic job. We are so proud of her! Recital May 7....Mark your calendar!

We have loved having Jeffrey Voois in our home this school year as a foreign exchange student. He is like a part of our family...I can't believe he will be leaving us in a couple of months. We will be so sad....

By the way - with Jeffrey in the house we have THREE straight A students...

Okay, I will try to be a better blogger...look for an update this weekend after I take Jeff to the PROM!

A New Year...School Year, That Is!

2009-08-29T17:26:00.002-05:00

Well, here we are beginning a new school year! Alex is in second grade, Carter is in first grade, and Jeffrey is a senior. Wait a second - who is Jeffrey?

About a week ago, Eric and were approached by a rep from 'Face the World' and after much discussion, we decided to host an international student for 10 months. 3 days later, we became the proud parents to an 18 year old boy from the Netherlands - Jeffrey! Obviously, we had to do a little adjusting in the house. Alex and Carter are sharing Carter's room, and Jeffrey has moved into Alex's room. We de-girled it pretty well...peeled all the butterflies off the wall, changed the bedding, etc, but there are still the pink curtains to deal with! Jeffrey has been very gracious, though, and not complained a bit! He is a real sweetie!

We are looking forward to sharing Texas with Jeffrey! West Texas Fair and Rodeo in a couple of weeks....

Never Put a Rock in Your Ear

2009-02-12T16:20:00.003-06:00

We have had quite the exciting couple of days...

Our adventure began when Carter put a rock in his ear at church last night. Do you see where this might be going? Another Mom and I tried to pull it out with tweezers and a bulb syringe, but we were unsuccessful (of course). A Medical Assistant recommended that we head off to the ER. Off we went....

After 3 hours of waiting, we made it to a room and the nurse attempted to flush out the rock with saline (to no avail!) Next a PA came in and attempted retrieval - also unsuccessfully. Finally, a doctor came in AND *drumroll please* decided the rock was too big/misshapen/far against the eardrum for him to remove. So, we were sent home with instructions to see an ENT the next day (which would be today.) But wait...you may wonder, 'Why not call in the on-call ENT that night since you had already invested 6 hours and who knows how much money in the ER?' This is not a question to which I have the answer. I'll let you know if I ever discover the reasoning behind that doctor's decision.

After a painful trip home, we gave Carter some pain killers to ease the discomfort of having a rock rubbing against his eardrum and put him to bed. He lastedabout an hour and then spent the rest of the night with us.

TODAY we headed to the ENT first thing this morning. He seemed pretty confident that he could get the rock out without too much trouble, but as the appointment wore on and more nurses were called in to help hold down my screaming baby, the doctor decided surgery was the only option.

Let me just add an aside here to say that you should never have to restrain your son and listen to him beg and plead someone else to stop hurting him...it hurts too much...make it stop...please just stop....

A few hours later, we were in the surgery center waiting for the doctor. Carter was such a brave boy, joking with the nurses and the anesthesiologist. Fortunately, the doctor was able to remove the rock without actually CUTTING his ear canal. UNfortunately, the rock filled his ear canal so completely that the doctor actually had to dig around a little to get it out, so there is a REALLY good chance of infection if were aren't completely diligent with his eardrops. WORSE, there is a hole in his eardrum from all the doctors digging around which may require another surgery next month.

Well, we are home now and Carter is resting. Of course, his biggest concern is that he might miss his school Valentine's party tomorrow, bless his heart!

Well, It Has Been So Long...

2009-01-08T20:32:00.002-06:00

...I don't know how I can get caught up!

We had a great Christmas vacation this year, and everyone at home is still in relaxation mode, which is fabulous! I am sure that will all change when I go back to the studio next week, but Summer will be here before we know it!

I think the best part of it all is that the kids rooms have been picked up and tidy for more than two weeks now, and the house is staying nice and clean! That always makes for a happier Mommy!

It Seems Like Forever...

2008-06-24T19:13:00.002-05:00

...since I have posted! And so many things have happened, which is undoubtedly why I have left it so long.

So...

First, Carter caught Shigellosis. This is VERY unpleasant, and VERY easily passed from person to person. Check it out online, and then wash your hands. Friends, WASH YOUR HANDS!!! I cannot stress it enough. Even if you are a diligent hand washer, other people are not. If someone hands you a piece of paper (who has not washed their hands) and then you unwrap a piece of gum and put it in your mouth, you just put their germs in your mouth. And if they have shigella or are a carrier, you just caught it. And 3 days of diarrhea every 30 minutes can be wearing on you.

And that is all I have to say about that!

Then, Eric had Hernia surgery.

The same weekend as Dance Recital.

Need I go on?

Then we had Tour with the Dance Company.

Then I directed a music camp at my Mom's church in Kerrville.

Whew!

You can imagine all the drama, tears, etc that we have been through the last month or so!

Oh yes, and this week is VBS at my church!

Vacation next week....

As I Sit on the Front Porch...

2008-05-07T17:43:00.002-05:00

I am noticing a lot of things. First of all, those crazy people across the street are sitting in their garage again, watching me. I am trying to pretend like I don't notice, but I do. What is with those people? Their kids aren't even outside! They have a great backyard (we saw it before they moved in), but they are always sitting in their garage, watching the neighbors. It is creepy. At least I am sitting out here watching Carter...

Our street is fairly quiet, but I am seeing that there are a lot of people that walk around here. It has been a veritable parade...

Okay, Carter has ceased playing and commenced whining. Time to go.

Whew!

2008-05-06T10:00:00.002-05:00

Well, I can hardly believe it has been so long since I have posted anything! We have just had a whirlwind of activity around here....

The biggest thing, though, is Carter. He has been VERY sick! He picked up a nasty bacteria called Shigella, resulting an an even nastier bout of Shigellosis. All I have to say about it is that if you don't constantly wash your hands, YOU SHOULD! THis is one disease you DO NOT WANT! TRUST ME! I will refrain from posting the gory details, but you can find them yourself on the CDC website. It will give you more information than you wanted to know!

Fortunately, Carter is feeling MUCH better today. It is his 5th day of being sick...but, last night he made it all the way through the night. Much rejoicing was had this morning by Carter AND by me! It was my first full night of sleep since Thursday as well!

New pictures soon...Alex has Track and Field Day AND Kindergarten graduation coming up this week!

Big Fun in Cow Town

2008-04-21T12:38:00.003-05:00

Eric and Matt headed off to Guitar Center in Ft Worth to look at a fancy schamncy speaker, so the kids and I headed off to the zoo. We had a great time, but boy - were we glad they have a train! By the time we arrived at the far end of the zoo, Alex had a huge blister on her foot and could hardly walk. Rather than carry her all the way back to the entrance, we rode the train back to the entrance. Much easier on my back!

Then, we headed over to Chili's to have dinner with one of my very best friends from college. It was great to get caught up and spend some time renewing our friendship! Our kids had a pretty good time, too, as is evidenced here:

(Notice that Alex is not in this picture...she was crying...as usual these days! But don't Raylen and Carter look adorable?)

And the Saga Continues..

2008-04-13T19:25:00.002-05:00

Okay - who knew that having the trees trimmed would cause so much DRAMA in our lives?

First, the cost.

Second, Alex's favorite tree EVER being cut down.

And now...

One of our neighbors called the police because we cut a limb off of her tree that was hanging down IN OUR YARD...almost touching the ground.

Did I mention that it was hanging in our yard?

Oh - and did she come TALK to us about it? NO! She yelled at the poor man trimming the tree and called the City. He invited her to come over to the house and talk with us, but she didn't want to do that. She would 'catch us outside sometime.'

Then I found out that last week when the trimmers were here, she yelled at them because they cut a limb from one of our trees that was shading her yard. Again, it was hanging down so far that it was cracked.

I don't know when the last time someone trimmed the trees at our house, but it looks SO much better now!

We are going to have to watch our backs, though!

2008-04-11T14:08:00.001-05:00

What is up with people?

When did we stop looking out for each other? When did we stop caring about how our actions affect other people?

I am sick of it, and I am pretty much sick of people.

So there.

Hooray!

2008-04-07T15:51:00.000-05:00

Today we bought a new light fixture for the dining room...NO MORE FLUORESCENT LIGHT FOR ME!!! I am very happy, in case you couldn't tell. And, it was on sale 1/2 off. Oh, yeah (doing the cabbage patch)

Busy, but Good!

2008-04-06T20:57:00.000-05:00

We had a fun time this weekend! Friday night we had dinner with a couple from our church (and their granddaughters.) Eric and I had a great time getting to know them better, and the kids really hit it off! I wish we made it more of a priority to 'socialize' and get out of our routine. We always have so much fun!

Saturday started off a little rocky. The tree-trimmers came (NOT the $100/tree people, thank goodness) and went to work on our little forest. All of the sudden, here comes Alex, crying hysterically. I mean, I thought she was seriously hurt. She was crying so hard, she could not make words. Once I ascertained that she was NOT hurt, my patience, of course, became - well, limited. Finally, she told us that THEY had cut down her sitting tree. HER FAVORITE TREE IN THE WHOLE WORLD!!!! Please understand, this tree was growing sideways and sticking out over our driveway. And I don't mean just the top was leaning over. The tree was growing horizontally - literally. Which is why it was good for sitting. It took quite some time to calm her down. In fact, when we left for town an hour later, she was still sobbing. Those poor people that trimmed the trees felt AWFUL! They said they had never experienced anything like that before. In fact, they felt so bad, they went and found a couple of swings to put in a couple of the other trees. I now have a happy girl. Except, she will undoubtedly hold it against us forever. The traumatized little tree hugger (bless her little heart).

Things went smoothly the rest of the day - I was off to rehearsal and the Premiere of this season's ballet, the kids were off to Grandma's and Eric was off to his gig at the Leaf. What? You didn't know about his gig? Check out his website so you won't miss the next one! http://www.akaduo.com (That was a completely shameless plug!) Hey - while you're there, check out the dates for the cruise to Cozumel. It is not too late to join us, you know!

Today, Matt joined us in Worship and he and Eric rocked the casbah. I mean sanctuary. No, really - it was awesome. You should have been there. Really. You have GOT to keep up with the website. Anyway, I took the kids to Brady for a switcheroo with Grandmommy and then we all headed home. We had our own little rockin' party with Choo Choo Soul and They Might be Giants. If you are a parent and you do not have the Choo Choo Soul CD or They Might be Giants 'Here Come the 123's' GET THEM! You will love them as much as your kids. Seriously. Sometimes I drop Carter off at school and forget to switch my iPod to 'grownup' music because I am jammin' to the kid tunes.

Wow. I just admitted that to the entire world wide web.

I should sign off now.

Another Great Weekend!

2008-04-01T13:30:00.000-05:00

Why is it that we feel compelled to fill up our free time with activity after activity? We kept the kids home this weekend, and Eric and I had no obligations, so we just focused on our FAMILY! It was GREAT! We played board games, cleaned the house together, cooked together, ATE TOGETHER AT THE TABLE (we are so busy, we almost never have all four of us sitting and eating together!) I am resolving to have MANY more weekends like this. Now, I know Eric is getting into his busy season, but that does not mean that when we ARE all home we can't focus on each other. I have no idea why this is such a revelation to me, but I certainly feel enlightened!

I think the highlight of the weekend was when we taught the kids to play Hearts. I am a huge fan of Hearts, but I was afraid it would be too complicated for them to grasp. We need to work with Carteron his strategy, but Alex ROCKED IT! She was all over it, although she did apologize every time she passed on points. It was hilarious!

We also taught the kids how to play Mancala, which is an African game that my Nonnie taught me when I was little. I spent so many hours playing Mancala with her...we had so much fun! (She also taught me Gin...just try to take me on!) Anyway, you can imagine my joy when Alex and Carter declared Mancala to be their new favorite game (THE BAST GAME EVER! in Carter's words.) It just makes you feel so good to relive your fondest memories and make new ones with your children at the same time.

WE DON'T NEED NO STINKIN' TV!!!!!

The laundry is done, the house is clean...I need to round up foursome!

One More Day...

2008-03-24T08:46:00.000-05:00

Well, Alex was back to school this morning, but I get one more day with Carter since Abilene is out today. WHY can't the local school districts get on the same schedule?!?!? Alex is off Friday, but not Carter...

Okay, I had a pretty good day yesterday...once I FINALLY made it home! Why is it that one or two people's thoughtlesness can ruin an entire morning that otherwise would have been great? Why do people not consider how their actions affect others?

On a happier note, we had a great dinner yesterday with Eric's and Dwight's families! And, the kids, Eric and I had a relaxing evening at home alone with no commitments, dinosaurs on TV and our own little Allosaurs and Diplodocuses sneaking around and attacking! I wish every evening was like that!

Overall, a great day and a Happy Easter!

Check out my Slide Show!

2008-03-21T10:52:00.001-05:00

Missin' Those Babies...

2008-03-20T14:07:00.000-05:00

Well, the kids are in Kerrville for Spring Break with my Mom. I couldn't wait for a little vacation, but now I am just missing them! I am a little down, too, today. No special reason, just a case of the blahs, I think. Of course, I didn't get nearly enough done during the break, and I am just dreading Monday...

Fulfillment

2008-03-17T08:08:00.000-05:00

Passing Orange Belt Test
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Painting the the nauseating yellow and brown gingham dining room wallpaper
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Happy Mommy

Cowboys and Ninjas

2008-03-15T08:24:00.000-05:00

Last night Alex went to spend the night with my sister, Jennie, so Carter, Eric and I had some time alone. Carter decided to take his 'Spend' money and buy a new toy gun. He ended up with a cap rifle, a pistol and a cowboy hat. I forgot how good those caps smell when you shoot them...

Needless to say, a good time was had by Eric and Carter as they played sherriff and bad guy...I wish I had a picture of Eric being the bad guy, wearing Carter's too-small cowboy hat! It was hilarious! Of course, Eric accidently set one of his rolls of caps on fire....

So, this morning is the big day for Carter - Orange Belt Test Day! I think he is ready, so we will see how it goes. He is certainly excited! He woke up before Eric and I did and got himself dressed in his Camo shorts and his Martial Arts Studio shirt! (That NEVER happens around here!)

A gun-totin' ninja....hhhhhmmmmm

I Knew I Would Get a Taste of My Own Medicine!

2008-03-13T11:59:00.000-05:00

Fearing my daughter's adolescent years and hormones, I haven't pondered the depths of emotion that can apparently be reached by a six-year old. Yesterday, Alex cried HYSTERICALLY all the way to school, from the car and to her classroom. Why? I told her to wear her coat. (It was only 48 degrees. Is this an unreasonable request?)

This morning, the histrionics began again when:

- she had to get up and get out of bed

- the outfit she wanted to wear was not clean

- she had to brush her teeth

- she had to put her homework folder in her backpack

My question is this:

If these roller-coaster emotions are surfacing now, will she skip all that when she is, say 11?
* OR *
Is this just a foreshadowing of things to come?

Maybe I should wait until AFTER she gets home from my Mom's house for Spring Break to post this....

Highway Robbery...

2008-03-12T10:13:00.001-05:00

Did you know that some companies charge $100 per tree for trimming? We have 77 trees in our yard! Volume discount, anyone?

AAAAAARRRRRGGGHHH!!!!

2008-03-11T10:19:00.000-05:00

Last week Alex had the flu, so Carter missed an entire week of karate (3 sessions). Of course, when he went to karate last night, we discovered that he is testing for a belt on Saturday! How is it that we are JUST NOW finding out about this?!?!?! Now every waking moment between today and Saturday will be spent on drills. Eric better get his cup out....

Alex's Day at School

2008-03-11T07:26:00.000-05:00

"Alex, how was school today?"

"Fine, except for all those boys!"

"What happened?"

"A bunch of boys wanted to hug me when I got to school today, because they missed me."

"What did you do?"

(dramatically rolling eyes) "Nothing. I just walked away."

What the Heck Is That?

2008-03-09T09:37:00.000-05:00

Alex and Carter have been relegated to the closed in Patio for their art projects. Anyone who has ever been around any child equipped with scissors, glue, glitter and markers can appreciate the wisdom of our 'policy' (mentally patting myself on the back). ANYWAY, I went out there the other day and saw that Alex had hung up a series of drawings on the wall.
Picture in your mind:
page 1 - a small triangle
page 2 - a larger triangle
page 3 - a big triangle with what looked like feet

(here is a aside - one of our friends was disturbed by what seemed to be a walking triangle and asked me to get Alex to clarify her illustration)

So, the next morning, I asked Alex to tell me about her pictures. She looked at me (as usual) as if it were a pity that good did not give me the gift of discernment and informed me that it was a baby triangle that grew bigger and bigger until it became a bell.

Wow

This child is so creative it is scary!

This is why we want her in a special program!

HMMM? Do I Really Have Anything To Say?

2008-03-07T12:18:00.000-06:00

I have noticed lately that I can talk and talk and not have a darn thing to say. So, what should I post here on my blog? What do I want people to know about me? First, I want everyone to know that I am married to the best husband EVER! (Sorry ladies, your husbands just cannot measure up!) Eric supports me in every way...emotionally. financially and physically. His patience with me endless, and he makes me feel as if I am the most beautiful and important person in his life. Who could ask for more? Oh, but wait - he also gave me two beautiful children - a girl AND a boy. Our life is so complete! If you want to see a little bit of the fabulousness of Eric, check out his acoustic music website http://www.akaduo.com/