Tuesday, December 2, 2008

December 2nd, 1986


On December 2nd, 1986 my family was involved in a 2 car, head-on collision. We were on our way to a wake or visitation for one of my dad's best friends who had died. We didn't make it. Less than 3 miles from home a driver who had been drinking bent down to pick something up from the floor of his car and came over the center line, hitting us head on. No one wore seat belts in 1986. We do now. If he hadn't hit us, he would have hit a family who was standing outside of their car on the side of the road because they were having car problems.

This is the car afterward. The door that had been cut off was stuffed inside. My cousin Randy came to stay with us and take care of us. We only had a wood stove, so he kept the wood stove fired up so that nothing would freeze. He went to look at the car a couple of days later. This was the car's good side. My dad was driving and was conscious through the entire accident. In bracing himself, he bent the steering wheel, broke both legs and his right arm. With over 300 stitches in his body, 120 of them were in his right bicep area where he had flung his arm out to protect my 7 year old sister who was in the front center. Mom fractured her pelvis and was pretty beat up. One of my parents was hospitalized 13 days, the other 8. My little sister broke her ankle and had stitches in her forehead, but was mostly protected by my dad's out thrown arm. She spent 2 nights in ICU. My older sister and I were in the back seat and were better off. She was banged up and her asthma was triggered. I flattened my nose and face against the seat in front of me. I had the imprint of the seat on my forehead for years. I had a gash on my knee and a puncture wound on my shin.

The family on the side of the road were some new friends of ours from the 4-H group we'd just joined. I remember how cold that night was, and I will always remember the feel of the burlap bags that were given to us to try to keep us warm. I will never forget the ride to the hospital, with my sister in a chair, one of the men from the other car strapped on the gurney next to me. I was on the bench, held in place only by one lone belt! The speed they were going made my location precarious! We were being taken to the hospital that the man had requested, and my parents were being taken to one 30 minutes away. They were half way to the other hospital when my parents found out and demanded that they turn their ambulance around. My aunt and cousin were able to meet us at the hospital. They were great support during that time, as we were all in our own areas in the ER.

I haven't been able to find the rest of the pictures.

By the grace of God we are celebrating our 22nd anniversary today. Only by the grace of God!

Amanda

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

And the beat goes on . . .

Wow! Hard to believe that we're almost at the end of November! The rest of this week, a shortened holiday week next week and Viola! we're done! Amazing! I can't remember any of my 33 previous falls flying by at quite this speed!

Work remains busy. Meetings after meetings. Our kids and schedule are looking promising, like MAYBE they'll sort themselves out . . . I'm not holding my breath quite yet, though!

I'm staying busy over on Face Book for now, because it seems to work better with my ADHD self. A quick blurb, checking in on everyone else's blurbs and I'm off to the next thing! Works for me!

My favorite little boy turned 5 on Sunday! Hard to believe just 5 years ago I was watching Brother Bear in the theater with my nieces(now 11 and 14, yikes!). Upon returning them home, my younger sister's contractions were getting closer and closer, and off they went to the hospital! Mom and I followed close behind! Some stress when our little boy was discovered to be facing the wrong direction, sunny side up! Whenever my sister tried to push, little Joey went into distress. An unplanned C-section and all was again well with our world! Five years later and he's a healthy little boy! Happy birthday Bug!

See you again soon,
Amanda

Sunday, November 2, 2008

The Get-Rites

Hey all! I thought I'd drop by and tell you all how excited I am that my favorite band will be playing at my favorite coffeehouse on Friday November 7, 2008!

The Get-Rites will be coming to the Blind Munchies Coffeehouse! If you're in Western Wisconsin, or feel like driving, it's free and will be a blast! I'm just so tickled!

Amanda

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Life after FaceBook . . .

Alright. I did it. I confess . . . I joined FaceBook. I couldn't help it! Anne so nicely pleaded with me! Well, I joined thinking that I could hide for a bit and, you know, feel it out before jumping in full force. Hmmm . . . not so much. For those of you who aren't on FaceBook(you know, that'd be those of you who are still getting through your to-do lists!) you CANNOT join "just to check it out". It's all or nothin' and once you're in- you're in! They even flash your picture and name to people who might know you, causing people who knew you when you were in 1st grade and then moved away to want to get back in touch! Personally, I think it has to do with a subconscious desire to have more "friends" than the next schmuck. It does an ego good to open up your inbox and have 5 or 6 "friend requests" and to think of other people opening up your profile picture and seeing that you have a bazillion friends. (seriously- like you FB addicts haven't thought it!) I've enjoyed the back-and-forth nature of FaceBook and without a doubt, it is more accommodating to my non-committal, ADHD-tendencies self!

So besides FaceBook, I'm working on department scheduling(imagine a never ending trip to the dentist), improving my teaching, learning more about Autism Spectrum Disorders, and staying on track with my walk with God. Oh- and somewhere in there is the normal tries to stay on top of laundry, dishes, cooking and eating. I am also wondering when in the midst of all that I am going to get my storage room organized so that I can fit my lawn furniture and bike in it?!?!?

My back has been out since Tuesday, and to top it all off, the extra stressor of this weekend involved a strange cut under my thumb nail that has gotten infected. I KNOW, TMI! But besides serving lunch at the men's conference at church, I spent a good amount of the weekend with my thumb alternating between a bucket of hot soapy Epsom salt-y water and peroxide. Seriously- how ridiculous is that???

School is a little crazy, as well. Kids leaving, kids coming, kids being sent home, and time spent following up with a behavior specialist. We've had several rough weeks, with some particularly rough days that will be etched forever in my memory . . .

A few humorous moments made it in to the weeks, too. How about overhearing a 10 year old boy in the hallway, "does this sweatshirt make me look fat?" He's the same boy who wondered aloud where the bellybutton was on the gourd that another student had brought with him. (why?? I do not ask those questions!)

I'll be back, I promise. I'm also checking in on my blogger peeps regularly. I just couldn't miss what is going on in your lives! My own life is just not that exciting in reality, I promise!

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Google bad.

'Manda not happy. Nuff said? Stupid side bar tab scrunches up the rest of my home page, making me feel like I need glasses. Hard to read. No likey!

A

Friday, October 3, 2008

4 years ago today, and-well- 33 years ago today . .

There aren't many days in life when I can look back and know with absolute certainty where I was and what I was doing. Today is a day that I can! 33 years ago today, at this time, I was working up to making my grand appearance to this world! I was born at approximately 6:35 pm, if my memory serves me correctly. Oh come on! You don't think I remember that? I meant my memory of the stories told to me and seeing the time on my birth certificate!

I can also look back to another birthday spent in the hospital! Have I ever told y'all this story? My last days of 29 found me stressing about my 30th birthday. I would spend it alone, as my friends were all busy. Bummer. At my weekend job on Sunday I mowed the lawn and -so I thought- put my back out. By the time the over night shift came in, I was in agony. Rolling, well, writhing really, in pain on the floor. I managed to drive home where I called my neighbor for help. She came down and helped me find some left over muscle relaxers from another time I'd put my back out. I took one, called in for work the next morning, and soon took a second. At about 1:30am (ON MY BIRTHDAY!) I drove myself to the emergency room. Walking in, I declared that I needed drugs, lots of drugs! Long story short- the doctor decided that it wasn't my back, but my gallbladder! 3 or 4 shots of morphine later they decided to keep me and I passed out. An ultrasound the next morning determined that I would need surgery that afternoon. Sooo . . . 4 years ago at just about this time, I was coming out of recovery and returning to my room. No food, no birthday cake, no soda. It was 9:30 that night before I even got a crummy sandwich! They let me out the next morning. I purposed in my heart after that experience that I would never again be dismayed about where I would spend a birthday or who I would or would not spend it with! I don't think I'll even be concerned with my age! Whatever you want God! Where ever you want me! I'm not complaining!

Amanda

Monday, September 22, 2008

I drove by an accident today on my way home from work. I couldn't watch close enough to see what happened, but my friend who was riding with me could observe more closely. They were directing traffic around and gawkers were slowing down trying to see. My friend only observed that it was a bicycle laying down near a car. A reporter was on the scene taking pictures from the frontage road. We'd hoped that they were merely overreacting, but to no avail. Kind of gives me the willies knowing that someone was laying there dead as I was rushing to get home from work. Kind of puts things in a new perspective, doesn't it?

I hope that you Mondays went well.

A

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

The Heart Break Kid

I think this year is going to be even more difficult than I thought. Working with a volatile special education crew, supervising people in ways I haven't before, and working with the Heart Break Kid, a poster child for everything dark and evil in the world. Devastating. Then there is the Master Manipulator. It was a full moon, but we won. At the end of the day, we won. Math was done, our HB worked out stuff with his teacher, sanity was maintained. Some humorous stories in the meantime. Although, in the world of special ed, we have a sense of humor like no other! Perhaps I'll tell some stories some day to test my theory . . . Not today, though, because my hands hurt too much from holding kids, door knobs (not the students) and having a student try to split and twist my fingers like a wish bone. My fingers are intact, said student was suspended. Like I said, we won!

Beat, and beat up.

Yours,
A

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!

Such was Cindi Lauper belting out of my radio speakers on the drive from church tonight.

Have you ever cut your hair, worn a new outfit, done just a little sumthin' out of the ordinary, only to have everybody you see throughout your day, down to the beggar on the street, comment on it?

The outfit I wore today had such affect. Perhaps it was the leather skirt and fishnet tights? I'm not sure . . . seriously, I usually dress up for work. Although I seem to have an abundance of black dress pants, I'm fairly consistently dressed. Up, dressed up! Today I wore a long denim skirt and a new shirt that I bought on sale this summer, a white "blouse" with a pink sort of pin-stripe with a black line on either side of the pink. A rounded collar and some slightly puffy short sleeves. Yeah, it took a while to work up to keeping it, much less wearing it. The tags came off as I was walking out the door to work! It really is pretty, and not as far-out as I feared it might be. I paired this with a pale pink sweater.

The reactions varied from, "It's swedder wedder" from my withered-blog friend Lizard Princess (although her blog seems to be dead, she is indeed alive and well!) to "you look nice" to "wow, you're wearing pink. You look very . . . teacher-ish" to "a whole lotta pink" (listen sister, I'm a big girl, any pink I wear is a whole lotta pink!). My favorite response was the near hysteria of one of my old roommates. As we were standing talking about buying a motorcycle with a brother at church, she couldn't keep up with the conversation. Finally, she says "I can't believe you're really standing here talking about buying a motorcycle and you're dressed all in pink!"

Ahh, the irony!



BTW- I've only seen 3 crickets since I learned that my coworkers had kids who have to have bug collections. They are now happily (well, for me) encased in gladware in the depths of my freezer! Hopefully they'll have died for a purpose, other than being in my apartment!

A

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

A collage.

Response: Jen, it was meant to be a collage, a collection of random things, all stuck on one page! I ran out of steam, though, before you could get the full effect!



Hmm
. My brain hurts. It has been running as fast as my feet.

We interrupt this blog post for an important message! Did you know that Milky Way candy bar now has more caramel? Good choice Mars! Seriously- it's the bomb!

I was going to say more, but I gave my brain permission, in fact commanded it to shut down in preparation for bed. It's 10:45 and I do need to sleep! I can't think of anything else right now!

Hasta manana, or maybe next weeko.

Eh.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

I'm too tired for this!

I just about had me a heart attack just now. I updated to the newer version of Firefox (my drug of choice, thanks) and I thought that it lost all my bookmarked links. That's all of you, y'all. A nightmare, really. Then I realized that they'd just hid them in a folder. Bad Firefox. Don't play with me that way.

We're officially back to school as of today. Unofficially I was back yesterday, but all staff returned today. The only time I sat down was to eat lunch(more of a working lunch) and during our long drawn out meetings. Painful, really. Tomorrow begins dealing with tough parents, and will be the 3rd day in our painful scheduling process. We've got 3 teachers and 6 para-educators to schedule over 3 different grade levels. It's an exhausting process. I think I'll turn in and get a good nights sleep. Well, right after I set up my coffee fix for morning . . . . a woman has to have priorities!

A

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Seriously.

Seriously. I still have crickets.

Seriously. Summer is over, I have a scheduling meeting tomorrow and inservice and classroom time scheduled for Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Seriously.

Seriously, I walked around the back of my apartment today and stopped to check out some of the items left by previous tenants. A nice table top gas grill? I think I'll open it up and see what shape it's in. And peering back at me are several pair of beady little eyes. After steeling myself up to knock over this newfound mouse condominium, I discovered that these prolific little buggers are, well . . . prolific. Seriously, more than a dozen? Seriously. And they all RAN. FOR. THE. BUILDING!!! Had you been out back of my building today, you'd have peed yourself laughing! One dove into the window well of the basement apartment, so I had to fish him out with a stick, well, at least chase him out. He later ran up the side of the stucco building, right up to the roof line, where he stopped and hung out for a while. Others ran for my weber grill that was laying on the ground and others ran for my potting soil and still others ran for my neighbors fake lawn indoor/outdoor carpet in the natural shade of grass green. I chased them all away from my immediate area anyway(read: I REALLY hope I chased them all away!).

Seriously. I have just added more certainty to my suspicion that I was shorted a weeks worth of pay from summer school. I'm in the odd position of being a recent employee, but not a current one for that district, so I can't access my pay stub online like I used to be able to do. I was also in the position of needing to fill out a time card for a position that I should have been punching the time clock for. I think one of the weeks got lost. Seriously? How cool would that extra added little bonus be now? It would have probably been cooler if I'd been able to use it to buy food this last month. SERIOUSLY!

Anyway, I'd seriously better go now. Seriously. I've got so much to cram into this last night of summer . . . see you again real soon! SERIOUSLY!

A

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Three's Company . . .

Fall is almost here. I love Spring, blooming flowers, the much awaited green of new grass. Yep, my favorite! Fall is a close second, with the cooling nights, cooling days and turning leaves. Beautiful! Winter is not my friend. It's far too long for this Wisconsin girl. Disproportionately long compared to the other seasons, if you ask me. Summer? Hmm, summer vacation, boating, fishing, fans in the windows bringing in any hint of a cool breeze? Still not my favorite. Heat and me just don't get along too well. I tolerate it, and can even enjoy it, though, with certain accommodations. Accommodations such as: 1. Ice cream. Ice cream in the morning, ice cream in the evening, ice cream at supper time. Yummm! 2. An air conditioning unit available for days above 90 degrees or so. Some times I don't use it, just knowing it's available is comfort enough. 3. Swimming, fishing and pontooning. Out on the river has become my preferred location. 4. Extra showers. Yes ma'am, er, sir? I like to take a good shower in the morning and hose off again in the evening, right before bed. How ever can a person sleep when they are all sticky and hot and stinky? I sleep so much better when I'm clean.

The last point brings me to the subject of this post.

I arrived home from church and settled in to check my internet and watch me some Olympics. I grabbed the bucket of ice cream from the freezer, dished up and went to the sink to rinse my sticky fingers. I looked expectantly at the sink, finally seeing the too familiar jump in the sink when I started the water. I have crickets. Nope, not the sport, I don't play cricket for Pete's sake! And no, these are not pet crickets! It seems that my new apartment building is infested. Yes, infested. Like- if I set up a camera I might get a five generation picture! I hosed the beast until it drowned and maneuvered the carcass until it went down the drain. Have I mentioned that these are no ordinary crickets? Not the little noisy black ones(thankfully) but the big brown house crickets, or were they field crickets? Doesn't matter, except that they come inside and are very big. Big enough that you'd be best to take caution if you plan on squishing one of them.

Finally getting sleepy I went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. Pulling the shower curtain aside, I saw one little critter sitting on the cool porcelain. I reached over and turned on the hot water, grabbed the fly swatter that has taken permanent residence by my bathroom garbage and batted the little beast into the stream of hot water. Down the drain it went. With a sigh of relief, I turned the water to a reasonable temperature and climbed in. I'd begun to get wet when I noticed a familiar tangled shape of legs and antennae through the interior shower curtain. Ugh! I was fine with just one. But TWO? And when another cricket dropped down with the second bugger? With the running water, they were jumping for dear life! And let me tell you friends, when there are more of THEM in the shower than me? I picked up the nearest weapon I could find . . . my comb. For some reason this didn't seem to be effective. Now- lest you're all worried about this post going X rated, imagine me wearing my swimming suit, because don't we all bathe in our swimming suit? Oh, and imagine me tall, blond and skinny, okay?

Back to the point. When I realized that two of them were not going to be as easy to drown, I leaped out to grab my fly swatter friend! Standing outside of the shower (in my swimming suit of course) I batted each of the little critters, in turn, towards the scalding water now coming out of the spigot. Hey, perhaps I was playing a form of cricket? After several hits, one went swimming down the drain, followed by his little friend (or not so little?). I was free to continue my shower in peace. Alone. Boy, events like this make me glad that I live alone! How do you explain jumping around and squealing in the bathroom in the middle of the night to a roommate or spouse?

Anyone have any tips to get rid of these little beasts? I really do prefer to shower alone!

Sleep well my friends! Hey, what do you all do to survive the heat and critters?

A

Monday, August 11, 2008

YaAAWWWNNnn . . . it took hours to finally get my wireless working and hours more to even come close to catching up on all y'alls blogs. Updating mine will wait(you're not surprised, are you??) until another day.

See you soon!

A

Friday, August 8, 2008

Ahhh, at last!

I have internet at last! The phone company came today to hook up my phone line so that I could hook up my internet! They told me that they didn't need access, when in reality they did, and so they were able to come back this morning! I haven't figured out the wireless portion yet, but that'll have to wait until Sunday! I'm off camping for the weekend at our church's yearly "all-church campout" and so I'll be seein' y'all on Sunday! Have a great weekend!

A

Monday, August 4, 2008

Hello my Darlin!

I'm so excited that I'm gettin' the internets on Wednesday I'm just about peein' myself!

See you all again soon! Real soon!

A

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Alas my dear Jen friend, I am not dead, merely without internet! I am checking my email when I can before or after church and will investigate the local librarys Wi-Fi connection(rumor has it you can connect even in the parking lot! So if you don't hear from me, perhaps I'm locked up somewhere because I was stalking the library in my car late at night?) I was gone to Georgia the whole of last week, wow, is that a week ago already? Moving was and settling in is taking much of my energy.

See you all again soon . . .

A

Friday, July 11, 2008

Confessions of an internet junky

Forgive me Blogger for I have sinned! It has been . . . WHAT? SERIOUSLY? IT'S BEEN THAT LONG? HOLY - Smokes. Holy Smokes. Yeah, holy smokes. Wow, it has been a while, eh? I've been just a little busy, I guess. I'm all moved over to my new apartment in my new town. Still surrounded by boxes, of course. I'm leaving in 2 days(um, less than 2 now!) for a mission trip to Georgia for a week. The boxes will have to wait . . . sigh. It's been a challenge to pack when you can't find anything you own! I know I have a little travel kit with 3 ounce bottles, but can I find them? No, of course not, don't be ridiculous! And so, I'm off to Shopko for the second time in 3 days to buy a new one, so that I can fill it with hair goo, then jaunt off to Walmart to price check the item or items that won't fit neatly into my one quart sized bag so that I can get the info to the one person who is purchasing such items for the team upon our arrival to Georgia! While Shopko is local, Walmart will take a little longer(20 minutes). Gee, I wish I could have been organized enough to have dealt with this at Walmart yesterday . . . Awww well! What else would I be doing with my time?

By the way- I'm hoping to get internet set up upon my return. For this internet junky, checking email every few days from a random computer will not do. I've spent the last 1 1/2 hours just catching up on blogs and emails. Who has time to spend that long in one sitting on the computer? I'd much rather check back every half hour or so . . .

Have a fantastic week . . .

Amanda

Friday, June 27, 2008

It was summer? Did I miss it?

A quick snippet to update those of you who have bore with me this long! I've been on a bit of a blogging hiatus as of late. I've managed to keep up on blogs of those I know personally, and have managed to take fairly regular glimpses into the lives of those I know from the blog-o-sphere! I appreciate your patience with me!

I've been working strenuously this summer! I've been working at summer school helping in a fishing class. Seriously THE. BEST. JOB. ON. EARTH. God really knew what he was doing! I've been in the sun, fishing, untangling line, baiting hooks and helping remove fishes from hooks. I've been able to get over my intense dislike and squirminess in regards to worms and fish. I've been able to touch the pan fish, and keep my teacher-cool doing it! Shoot, one of us has to look like the grown up! When the kid is squirming and whining, I guess it'll have to be me! I even took my one lonely bluegill home yesterday and tried my hand at the art of filleting fish! It was a dull kitchen knife, a little fish, and an unsupervised trial from memory, but it went well, I think! I think I could do it with a better knife perhaps! I'll be a fishing maniac by the end of our last week in class! It's almost like God knew that learning to fish and getting over the fish/worm squirminess was something I hoped to do this summer or something! Who told???

I have finally, really, truly signed a lease today on my new apartment. I wrote out a check (perhaps the biggest I've ever written!) to prove it! My rent is paid, and a hefty matching amount on deposit! This is the most I've ever paid for rent, and I'm a bit nervous! The good news is that it's month to month so that I could move into a little studio if I freak out and need to! I hope that once I get into the school year and we work out our car pool situation, I'll have a better grip on it. But for now, I've missed some details . . . I've spent the last 9 months with plans in my head to move to one of the towns en route from work to church. I will be at work 5 days a week and church at least 3 days/nights each week. I couldn't work out how it would work to pay more rent than I was paying for rent, and an almost equal amount for my commuter bill. I finally, about 2 weeks ago, settled on finding a home in a town about 15 minutes out of my way. Some church friends live there, and one of them works at the same school district that I do! A third teacher from our district also lives in this town, opening up exciting commuting possibilities! And- drum roll please- I'll be 15 minutes away from my parents, sisters, and their families! This will be the closest that I've lived to them, without being in the same house! (The drama has already begun!) Since her aneurysm in 2000, my Mom has had some issues, and it'll be good for me to be closer to her and my family so that I can help out! It should be great because she'll eventually be able to find this apartment and be able to drive there independently! This isn't the case with my current apartment, unfortunately. She graduated from the high school in this town, so she's comfortable driving there.

After signing the lease, the pressure was lessened, a schedule was established, the unknown revealed, and summer began! Whoo hoo! My dear friend Lori took me and Ang and the manchild to a little known swimming beach about 15 minutes from my new house. I'd grown up within 25 minutes of it and had no idea of it's existence! A beautiful little beach on the St. Croix River, a real gem! Lori was as excited to show it to us as we were to go! In the 10 hours we spent together, we garage saled, drove, drummed, signed, swam, floated, laughed, ate McDonalds, ate pizza, ate ice cream, dropped in on our friends, and went to the Wal-mart! Boy did we have a blast!

Tomorrow has been declared a day of rest. Packing will wait! My only commitment is to a mission trip meeting in the evening and making some amaz-azing spinach and artichoke heart dip at Ang's before hand (because we packed most of my kitchen yesterday!). A whole day to stay home and just vegetate! I'm trembling in excitement!

Feel free to give me a holler to see how the day's going, but keep in mind- my day will not be starting before 10 or so! It's my day of rest!

A

Friday, June 13, 2008

Is it summer?

Hi kids! I've hereby accomplished all I wanted to for the summer. On Monday I registered for a Motorcycle Safety class. For a small fee, you can learn to ride a cycle using motorcycles that are provided for you. You learn to ride, pass their bike test and written test and then you walk into the DMV, take their test and they print you out a Class M motorcycle license! I took the class Wednesday and Thursday and was able to go and pass my test today! If this really is the highlight of my summer, the rest is going to drag.

And yes, I plan to get a bike. And NO, a scooter is not really a bike. Please don't insult me!

I'm working for summer school after all. 3 weeks of being the lowest paid employee in the building. They managed to miss me in the hiring process. The only position they had left was a paraeducator. Don't get me wrong, I worked as a para for 6 years, and it was fine, but I taught summer school for the last 2 years. Taught. You know, made the big bucks! When I worked as a para the other summers, I made my standard wage, which was okay(not what the position is worth, but okay). Now, I'm no longer a district employee and will be making entry level pay. I don't need the money, and almost turned it down, but really- what else would I do those 3 weeks? Half days for 3 four day weeks. I can handle it. A little extra spending money and a big dish of humility!

I still don't know what the future holds for the end of the month! I'm moving . . . somewhere!

A

Thursday, June 5, 2008

anti-climax

Well, it's finally here. What I've been waiting for for months, 9 of them to be specific, summer vacation. I should be crazy excited, shouldn't I? It seems to be a polar opposite. I've found that I'm actually sad and a bit depressed. I still don't know where I'm moving to at the end of the month, and right now, I'm wallowing in my flesh and am crabby and stressed by that. I HATE apartment searching. Especially on a deadline. I'd like to get a nice one, perhaps even cookie-cutter, with decent proportions and utilities included, for a reasonable price.

I don't know if I'll teach summer school because the local school district hasn't gotten back to me. I sent an email to the HR manager. His wonderful secretary assured me a week or two ago that either he or another administrator would be calling me soon . . .

I've been very busy, helping people move, trying to organize my apartment(not too hard) and maintaining my normal evenings. I've done my dishes, gone to the doctor and began to drain my 50 gallon aquarium in exchange for a 10 gallon (waaay easier to move!). The fish are all transferred, but the big guy is still 3/4 full. It'll take muscle and ambition to finish, and I don't seem to have either right now! I'd also like to figure out where to put the small one before I fill it up. I feel guilty doing this, though, until I know where I'm moving to!

I've found a home for my guinea pig, which makes life easier. I've done laundry, although it needs to be put away. I'm going camping this weekend, which is an added pressure right now, instead of the joy it's supposed to be! I must change my perspective soon! I hate being like this, and know it's a vicious downward spiral!

I'd better get back to the apartment search. Phone calls to be made! I'll feel so much better, I think, once I find a place!

Amanda

Saturday, May 31, 2008

Done! I've completed my first year of teaching, and my body is wore out from all the happy dancin'!

A

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Holy marathon Bat Man! I'm getting a stitch!

Seriously, though- with one day left of the school year, my friend invites me for supper. We're having a tasty dessert of old school Bat Man and POW! the power goes out! WHAM! A big thunder storm is rolling through. I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS! I drove home in the dark. Then, KA-POW! the power comes back on!

One more day.

A

Monday, May 26, 2008

Countdown.

FOUR. DAYS. LEFT. Perhaps I'll resurface for air after that?

Have a good week. I'm anticipating the longest four day week in the history of time . . . no, actually, I think it'll be super short and fly right on by because I have sooo much to do before it's end!

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

This blog's for Jen!

Hello everyone! (or at least Jen!)

My first year of teaching is racing for a close. We have 7 days left, including tomorrow. Yikes! I nearly hyperventilate upon thinking of all the things I need to get done/organized/moved before 5:30pm next Friday. My planner and lists are my friends. And at this rate, they're my only friends! (just kidding!) There are huge changes coming at work, and next year is only going to be more stressful! The school board met tonight, so I'll know more tomorrow . . . .

Our church had our yearly Discipleship Conference this past weekend. I was asked 2 weeks before it to coordinate the snacks for my closest 130 friends. Not something I've done before and a challenge! We ended up having enough cookies, perhaps too many, but I was so worried that we wouldn't have enough for Sunday that I didn't put out as many as I could have throughout the weekend! We had masses of cookies left over. Napkins? Too many! Lemonade? Coming out our ears. (sorry. was that gross?) This seriously was a really big blessing!

I took off work Friday to make some appointments before the conference. I found that my thyroid is low again (hard to figure out if it's the end of the school year or thyroid causing my exhaustion!). I get to start a higher dose of my happy pill! I hope to say good bye to my cold, cold, cold! my dry skin, my tiredness, my fried brain, and sore hands! I also went to the chiropractor and found that I'd somehow put some ribs out of place. Guess this explained the pain in my shoulder all week! I couldn't lift my left arm more than 6 inches at the beginning of the week, although it was somewhat better by midweek, just to digress by Friday. My pyro-quacktor said that he's had women proclaim that they'd rather birth another child than have that again! I felt so much better. I'm not just a whiny baby! If you see me this week, notice how good my posture is with my shoulder forced back and my head up! It's torture, but I need to give all the muscles a chance to strengthen so they don't go out again! It's good for me, I'm sure! He also made some conversation about the latest research in hypothyroidism that he'd learned researching it for his wife. I'm interested to learn more, and continue to eliminate symptoms instead of merely testing within the range!

By the way. I'm moving in just over a month. Go ahead. Ask me where. I dare you. Just remember, I'm tired and stressed, and if you remind me yet again that I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I'm moving to, I might just lose it . . . Now, I'm off to bed.

Amanda

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Some things . . .

Somethings just absolutely scream "BLOG ME, NOW!" and so I must comply, even at 11:00pm. 15 minutes ago I got a phone call from my upstairs neighbor. Our landlord's handy man, Doug, came today to repair the leaky drain that has been dripping down my bathroom ceiling from my upstairs-neighbor's bathroom. He'd failed to close up the hole properly and their cat, Cat, had gotten into the walls. I'd heard some dust hitting the ceiling in my bathroom as I got ready for bed, but thought it was remnants shaken loose from Doug's efforts. I missed the phone call, but called her right back. Her laugh was shaky as she told the story. Throwing some clothes back on, I grabbed a stool and headed upward. I thought that I had heard some noise above my living room. I popped up one of the tiles and began calling. Sure enough, here comes good ol' Catsy peeking over the top of the wall. I was able to grab him by the scruff of the neck, but wasn't able to get him out from between the wall and pipes. With one hand holding the bugger, I grabbed the cell phone from my pocket and tried to call upstairs. Apparently next to the ceiling isn't a good place for reception, though, as my phone wouldn't even dial out! Who knew? I finally settled on yelling, I was- after all- a foot from their apartment floor! She came down, followed by hubby, and soon there were two of us standing on stools reaching through the ceiling at 11 o'clock at night! Hubby was able to finally get him down, but not without grabbing and pulling him from nearly every direction! Poor cat. I bet he will wish he had some ibuprofen and a good chiropractor tomorrow!

Have I mentioned how much I dislike cats in general? Let it never be said that I'm not a good neighbor and friend! :)

And now- off to bed, as I have half a day with kids tomorrow and half a day at some thrilling training. If I don't go to sleep soon, all the Diet Dr. Pepper in the fridge won't be able to keep me awake!

BTW- I got my stimulating tax check direct deposited today! I said I'd believe it only once I'd seen it, and now that I've seen the numbers, I believe it! Yippee!

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Highlight of my day . . . helping my fifth grade niece with fractions over the phone while on my way home in a torrential downpour. Trying not to cross my eyes, or close them, trying to visualize the fractions and their equivalents and the directions. Sweetie, I don't think they are asking you to solve them, just to figure out what number you are multiplying or dividing by to get the equivalent fraction! I was never very good at math, but since I "got it" (maybe in college? or working in a high school?) I don't mind trying to explain it to others, who aren't quite so enlightened (hah!).

My other highlight was finishing up 2 IEPs that have been hanging over my head, due last week! A third one is close behind! Very exciting! It was a strange day, field trips, class plays, absent kids, grade-wide presentations. Just crazy! I'm struggling to find time in that to finish testing a student who has been referred to our program . . . I stopped at the library and stocked up on books on tape for my low readers so that I can have them "reading" tomorrow morning while I test my other student. Creative, huh? I will bring in a couple of CD players and some head phones and turn them loose!

Have a fantastic weekend . . .

Monday, April 14, 2008

Caution: Rough Road Ahead.

That's a sign that they've finally posted on the freeway along my trip home each day. I, along with thousands of others have known full well that this particular stretch of free way is not only a "little rough" but will rattle you right out of your car if not belted in. Somehow the Department of Transportation seemed to be the last people in on this information. As I was driving home, I was thinking. About road surfaces, road construction in particular! Interstate 94 is the main path of transport for most of our area. In fact, it's one of the main pathways for much of the traffic and transport in Minnesota and Wisconsin. I know this because at the beginning of the road construction season (2 weeks ago) in my frustration I went to the DOT's website to look around. If I was going to deal with this on a daily basis for the next 2 months (yippee for summer vacation!), I wanted to know what I was dealing with. I found that they expect this particular stretch of I94 to be maxed, beyond capacity, by 2010, and that most, if not all, of the pavement along this stretch is more than 50 years old. (might I say that I hope I hold up this well at 50!) They are widening the bridges and road section by section with the ultimate goal of having only to divert traffic and slap some new lines on the whole thing in the end. I relate to that. I'm a let's-think-things-through-and-do-most-of-the-footwork-up-front kind of person! When its time, we'll slap some paint on it and we're done! I had some more time, so I kept thinking. I began to think again how much easier it is to deal with this construction knowing the end plan and what they're doing along the way, instead of just trying to guess if the good ol' DOT has a freakin' clue this time! I remember working with my Dad during the summer of 1997, I think, while I was in college. Massive construction in Newport, a little suburb we had to drive through every day to get to St. Paul. Somehow it was more acceptable knowing that it would all be finished by 2007. Dad could handle that.

Now, I had even more time, and I kept on a-thinkin'. I have really been struggling through some stuff with God lately. Why is it that obedience to what He's calling me to do is so much easier when I know the end result, or can at least see the logic in what He's asking? Like my freeway trials, I really struggle with obeying and having a good heart when I have no idea why, who or what? I lose sight of the blessings, the joy, the peace because I'm passing over some rough road and my teeth are rattling and I don't know when the DOT is going to realize the road is rough and get on with the fixing! I can't see the big picture, I guess.

I've found that when I'm in this spot, I find myself dragging my feet in my obedience(which is disobedience, right?). Like Abraham, God has said "do this!" and I, like Abraham have heard, I guess, but unlike good ol' Abe, I'm not moving too quickly to sacrifice my Isaac! I'm holding on to it and moving just enough that I have fooled myself into thinking I'm still okay. In the meantime, I- like Peter- have found myself following Jesus from further and further away. I- like Peter- have compromised in my obedience. Surely I won't betray you Lord? And then I follow a little slower . . . a little slower . . . compromising, just a little . . . warming myself by the fires of the enemy, instead of my Lord, until all that's left is me swearing and declaring that I do not even know Him. I'm not comparing myself to Judah, as I am His child and am not directly walking away and turning to the enemy, but to Peter who is a child, a disciple, gradually losing sight . . . the awesome thing, well one of them, is that God loves me, and is waiting, loving on me, like the prodigal son watching for me, so that He can rush out to meet me when I come back! He celebrates with us when we realize our sin, our wanderings, and come back! His mercies are new every morning!

I don't usually go so heavy on the spiritual analogies, but it all related so well, and having so much extra time to think today caused my brain to ramble. Besides, God has been nailing me at every study and Bible passage I've read lately! Abraham was in a movie we watched last Wednesday night at church, Peter petering out was Sunday morning, the prodigal son was in my own personal Bible reading, along with Israel and Joshua losing a battle when there was sin in the camp, followed by the battles where God empowered and blessed them when they were obedient! I don't want to follow from a distance.

Have you been following the health saga with my earthly Dad? I'm not sure what I've blogged and what I haven't. Before his knee surgery he was in a lot of pain, and after? Still so much pain. How frustrating for him. Then came the blood clot in his leg and 4 or so days in the hospital. He came home and had to give himself shots nightly. After his time on his back and quitting smoking, he developed bronchitis. They started him on antibiotics and all, but that night he was having a new tightness in his chest that hadn't been there before, and so, in a major snow storm, my sister took him to the emergency room. Fortunately it was just more of the bronchitis. While his chest began feeling better, he still experiences pain in his knee. He finally had to go back to work. The hospital hadn't sent one of the papers back in time and he wouldn't get his disability payment anymore. He made it one week at work (heavy factory, on his feet a lot!) before going back to the doctor. After confirming that the plant can't give him "light duty" his doctor told him he'd have to stay home if he wanted his knee to heal. Heck, he's only 59, what other option does he have? All this time, he's been on blood thinner, having his blood checked frequently for thin-ness and aware that even a poke in the finger could cause him to bleed to death. No pressure. Today he had some bleeding that probably would have been quite minor if not for the blood thinner. On the thinner, it looked like a blood bath. He drove himself and my mom to the hospital in Red Wing Minnesota where they admitted him and told him that he'd have to have surgery to put a "filter" in his stomach to catch the blood clots. He has no idea what they were thinking and was a little confused. He's worried, though, and even more so when they decided to send him up to the University of Minnesota's hospital. They did my mom's aneurysm surgery in 200, though, so we knew he'd be in good hands! They took him in a van, not an ambulance. I left work and met up with my mom and younger sister and they followed me to the hospital. The end result, after waiting, and waiting some more, is that they are just going to watch him tonight. They'll see what they can see and if they see anything of concern will perform some more invasive procedures to check it out. They really feel that it's a normal issue amplified by his INR (thickness of his blood). After the doctors came in and talked to him about his wishes "just in case" something happened, he was more nervous than ever. He's stressed about money, stressed about the doctors' differing opinions, and stressed that my older sister called everyone on the planet before he even knew for sure what the second set of doctors thought. He doesn't have a "good feeling" about this . . . (who would, really?)

I took off work tomorrow already thinking he would have surgery tonight or in the morning, and I'm glad I did. Even though surgery may not happen, I'll hopefully be there to bring Dad home tomorrow, as Mom has never driven in the Cities. If there is a chance of him staying longer, or having the more invasive procedure, I'll swing by and pick up my Mom before heading to the hospital. My younger sister has to work all day tomorrow, manning the deli that she works in solo manner due to her coworker's child having pink eye! Her manager could fill in if she had to, but its not really at that point as far as we can tell.

Now? Now I'm home and will sleep in my own bed before getting up later than a normal work morning and making my way back to Minnesota. And no, I'm not taking the time to proof read this, so if it is nonsensical rambling, please just reread it for me and translate it in your minds! Sweet dreams, friends!

A

Friday, April 11, 2008

New . . .

After 2 hours in my car (on a drive meant to be 1.25 hours) last night during our latest freak snow storm, I had a raging tension headache. Can you imagine? As I was finally coming into town, I called my chiropractor, hoping that he'd be able to squeeze me in on this, his late night. He could fit me in at 7:50 (a strange time of night for an appointment, to be sure!). A friend had offered to share her supper with me, and so I went right to her house, headache and all! I left after eating her scrumptious dinner that she so generously shared and headed to my pyro-quackter. I lay on his table drooling as he worked on the knots in my shoulders and tried to rid my shoulders and neck of tension and pain. (Dr.)Tim always comments about how well people report sleeping after being adjusted. With my appointment so late, I should sleep well. We talked about the wonderful dinner and how yummy it was! "Well, you're well fed and well adjusted, you should really sleep well!"

"Well adjusted, Tim?? Of all the things I've been called, I can't ever remember being called that before!"

Home safe now, after another afternoon drive in the snow and slush. Thank God for weekends!

A

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

I have needs too!

Right now, I need a standby. At the beginning of the school year we signed up to bring treats for each person in our department's birthday. I deliberately signed up for the END of the year, April 22nd to be specific! The pressure has increased throughout the year as each person has struggled to top the person before them. No pressure, huh? Laurel brought a cream cheese and onion dip with crackers, a sweetened caramel-ly chex mix and, AND! AND! AND! an amazing cream cheese/powdered sugar/brown sugar/toffee bits dip to put on quartered strawberries and grapes. Yeah, so- no pressure, right? Her defense is that "those are my regulars!" or what she makes for everything. Beautiful, elaborate and ooohh-so-tasty! (The birthday girl herself brought a cream cheese chocolate chip spread with graham and chocolate graham sticks and nilla wafers.)

I. DO. NOT. HAVE. A. REGULAR! HELP!

Does anyone have any ideas? My coworker's favorite ingredients are cream cheese, cool whip and chocolate, but I can't duplicate anything that has been done. And it has to be within my time limit and ability, for Pete's sake! Not asking for much, am I? Help!

Monday, April 7, 2008

I wish . . .

I had some brilliant topics up my sleeve for a deeply insightful post, but heck- you all know me better than that! In fact, I don't think it's any big secret that I'm not really all that brilliant! In fact, my life seems to be at a high-level monotony as of late! The same old same old, just a lot more of it and all coming at me faster! I'm in the last lap of my first year of teaching Special Education, and have signed my contract for next year. I'm looking for a new home to rent about half way in between here and there. I'm nervous that I'm at risk of isolating myself and excited about isolating myself at the same time! A move will mean no more friends dropping over, but realistically, my little cramped disorganized apartment already limits that for me! A bigger space is needed, and some distance will hopefully help me to get more sleep (= more social) and more appreciative of the social interactions I do have, less taking for granted, I guess(= more social!). It's a big change, but I'm holding on desperately to the thought that I only have 8 more weeks of the drive. After that it is summer and no driving! And after that? I'll be living closer. Driving will not be a thing of the past, though, as I'll be driving 40 minutes several days a week for church and 35-40 minutes daily for work. Hopefully it'll balance out some and the nights that I'm home I'll be home sooner and getting up 30 minutes later each morning, which should help! In conversation tonight, I was reminded again that my church is the place that I'm supposed to be and that I'm pretty sure that this school is the school that God has provided for me. The drive was up to Him. I wonder what He has planned?

That's a little bit about my life right now. It's been quite busy! (did I mention the dad in hospital, dad out of hospital, dad with chest pain, dad with bronchitis, nephew sick, family stressed, massive snow storm in April, stay over night at a friends, 3 IEP/evaluations in a week, sell the old car, another snow storm, It's Road Construction Season, find a new house 'cuz you're moving soon!, finances at a steady boil with a new car payment, oh crap, am I getting SICK?, water running down your bathroom wall, get on that college classes to keep your certification kind of stress?!?!?) All in a weeks work for this woman!

Well, it's not really all that exciting, this life- but it's mine! I'm off to bed . . . my brain is tired. I'll try to check in to visit soon!

Amanda

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Why . . .

Why is it that most car windshield wiper reservoirs hold just under a gallon of fluid, while windshield wiper fluid is sold by the gallon? What do they expect you to do with the extra inch of fluid that's left in the jug?


I saw on Friday that road construction season is upon us. They've put out the orange cones on the freeway, off to the side, waiting . . . haunting. I only wish they could wait until after the snow melts away. We had a snow storm Monday that cancelled and delayed schools in the area and cancelled our evening Bible study. I spent the night at a coworker's house, not wanting to risk the drive!


Happy Thursday to you all!

Amanda

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday to my darling niece Mikayla! So hard to imagine that she's fourteen already! I remember where exactly I was this morning fourteen years ago. The night before I'd worked a shift at the residential facility where I worked until 9:00pm. It was a Friday night. My older sister had gone into labor already and I desperately wanted to get to the hospital to see my sister and to be there when my very first niece made her grand entrance to this world. One glitch in my plans, though. My little sister was at a teen dance at the old dance hall across the street from our house. I went in to get her, but she wouldn't come with me. I fought long and hard, I begged, I pleaded, I may have even cried, but to no avail. She refused to come out early. She made me wait until that darned dance was over before she'd come with me. What a little pain in the butt she was!

It was a long night for all of us, as Mikayla delayed her grand entrance until 5:54 am. She was born at 6 minutes to 6am on the 26th in 1994, 6 years before the year 2000. Not quite a classic story, but one I remember none the less!

Funny how she's getting older but I'm not . . .

Saturday, March 22, 2008

We had an absolute blast tonight at Action City. We played hard for 2 hours, then went to Walmart and played around. My youngest niece had $10.00 to spend and within 45 minutes she went from a dress for her dog to a Hannah Montana poster to a lint roller, finally settling on a fashion magazine and skittles. No rhyme or reason that I could see.

I talked to an old friend tonight. Two weeks ago they took their seven year old daughter to the doctor. After doing some labs but finding nothing, they finally ran her liver enzymes (they'd ran them a few months ago and they were elevated but went back down closer to normal soon after). They ran and reran them and called them at home, telling them to get little Baylee back to the hospital immediately. They started at their local hospital, but were quickly transferred to a children's hospital in Portland where they do liver transplants. They determined that Baylee was in liver failure and her liver is dying and not regenerating itself. At some point they were life flighted down to Stanford hospital in California. Throw in a reaction to a medication and pneumonia and their two weeks are a roller coaster. They put her at the top of the transplant list, but when a liver became available, her pneumonia made the surgery impossible. Today was a good day for them. Baylee was awake for the whole day and seemed much more upbeat today. Her numbers have begun to come down and her mom is really wondering if God has a miracle for Baylee. I cannot imagine having a child go through this. Baylee's brother and sister are waiting at home with family.

I must confess that with all of the fun that we had earlier, go karts, laser tag, bumper cars, bowling, etc, that my personal highlight occurred on the way home in the car. While flipping through the stations we heard Bon Jovi's Living on a Prayer. To my nearly fourteen year old niece's dismay, my sister and I continued belting out the lyrics at the top of our lungs, long past her tolerance for our singing ability! It was a pretty strange moment, for sure! I loved it!

I'll go now, as we're watching Shrek the third (yikes! it's 1:35 am!) and getting ready for bed.

A night full of memories and fun!

A

Friday, March 21, 2008

Ahh, the weekend!

I really can't remember ever being quite so excited for, or in need of, a break. A mere long weekend, but hey, I won't complain (here, out loud!). I have Friday and Monday off, a four day weekend! Yippee! The kids have been going a little crazy! As have the staff! We've only had one snow day since Christmas break. The kids have had one or two early releases, but not enough to keep us all sane!

I'm going to Action City(where the fun never stops!) tomorrow night with some friends from church. I'm taking my nieces, 14 and 11. Strangely, my sister wants to come, too. I hope that it will be fun for all. Anyone want to place bets on if she comes or not? Sorry to be so cynical, but we'll see, won't we?

Dad got home on Monday and is doing okay. He's still in quite a bit of pain, though.

Conan O'Brien is on right now and his musical guest is fascinating. It's a woman who is wonderful! I can't understand her name, though. Elanen Yahee? Yes, I'm sure its not anywhere close to that! She's obviously foreign or at least her name is of foreign descent. Hmm, I'll have to do some research. Her song is on the popular music channels, and is quite unique! Yael Naim? Jeepers, no wonder I can't understand her name, it's one I've never heard before! Her performance was amazing, and quite fun. She looked like she was having fun and made direct eye contact and a smile! This is the song she was singing, but she apparently sings a wide variety of songs, like this one, or this one or even this one!! After doing a little research, I was right about the foreign part, she is an Israeli, born in Paris. (her website is here).

I'm off to bed . . .


Love,
A

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Updates.

My dad is still in the hospital. They're keeping him on bed rest and feeding him what ever he wants. It's like room service, except blander! Hopefully they'll let him out tomorrow. It takes a while for his blood to get to the proper thin-ness. He'll have to give himself shots twice a day for a while, and then he'll switch to the pill version. Yuck. He's also giving up smoking . . . again. My mom won't even consider it AT. ALL. It's almost impossible for him to quit and stay quit with her smoking like a chimney. She's pretty selfish about it, too.

I am still enjoying my new car. Very fun to drive! I'll break 16,000 tomorrow.

It's a four day week this week, the first of two four day weeks, in fact! I have Friday and next Monday off for Easter and a cheap spring break! I hope that this week flies by. Sometimes it is the short weeks that hit you the hardest! The kids get really wound up . . . it is after all the first day we'll have had off since Christmas except one snow day!

Have a fantastic week!
Amanda

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Sad . . .

This story happened about 45 or 50 minutes from my house in a St. Paul/Minneapolis suburb, on a stretch of highway I've traveled on many a time. Perhaps you've heard about it? A woman slowed or stopped her car for some reason in the middle of 3 lanes of traffic. A semi-truck rear-ended her. Her four year old baby girl went into cardiac arrest, but one of the first, or maybe the first, person on the scene was a heart surgeon. It seemed to be a happy ending when he was able to do CPR and resuscitate her and she was rushed to the hospital. The happy ending turned out to be merely a fortunate delay, though, as the girl died today. I haven't heard why she slowed down, but I can't imagine that she'll ever be able to fully recover from this . . .

Here is the link from one of the local TV stations, KSTP.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Family . . .

My dad is in the hospital tonight. He went in for a check up about 2 or 3 weeks post knee surgery. He's been in pretty significant pain since well before the surgery, but it's not healing as quickly as he'd hoped. He dropped Mom and his cousin Mary off at Walmart and drove over to the hospital. The plan was that the ladies would fill their carts and finish their shopping in time for Dad to pick them up at the door. Great plan, eh? Unless they find a blood clot and choose instead to admit him immediately, and NO he is not able to just go pick them up first! Mom doesn't have a cell phone, and Mary's new one didn't have service, or wasn't on, or she just didn't hear it! (A whole other topic- people who have cells but never answer them! Or leave them at home or in the car, etc!)

Somehow it came to pass that one of the NURSES would go over to Walmart and pick them up. She'd never met them and they didn't know she was coming instead of Dad, but it seemed to work out. They were paged to the customer service desk and promptly left carts FULL of stuff to meet this stranger at the door. She pulls up and looks at them and from the details my dad has given recognizes them and says their names. They get in her car and she brings them back to the hospital. Two thoughts: either she was just really nice, or they were worried about Dad enough that they could spare a nurse to get them there quickly. Not sure which, but I hope it "just worked out" that way.

I'm going to pick up my mom in the morning and head over. It's a great thing that they caught it when they did. It's apparently in the main artery in his leg and if it had broken loose has a quick, direct route to his heart. Not good at all. He thinks that he might even get out tomorrow, if he can learn to give himself shots twice a day. I think it may take more than one day to get him comfortable with that. He would then get his blood checked regularly and would switch to pills for maintenance when it's at the desired level. Can I just say what a nightmare it would be if something happened to him? A fierce battle would ensue to prevent a certain family member from draining my mom dry- and it would not be pretty! Mom is hardly partial or capable of being partial where her granddaughters are involved. (Sigh) Can I just pray that when they go they go together? Now, hopefully not for many years, as they are only 58 and 59, but both smoke more than a forest fire(a chimney didn't seem appropriate!). But then that would bring about a whole other battle! But enough about my family's dirty secrets!

Good news of the day: I got my contract renewal for next year today!

Other bummer news: Looks like my trip to England in June may not happen. It looks like it simply isn't going to work out with finances and time on both sides of the ocean!

Have a fantastic weekend everyone!

Amanda

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Ichabod . . .

Ichabod, the glory has departed . . . well the air freshener has departed, anyway. I've moved it to my new car (actually I just bought a new fresh one!). The "fresh linen" smell has moved with me to my new car! I've moved the essentials now, bought a new holder for my CDs for my new CD player, bought a new bag with which to carry my junk to and from work(it WILL all fit in this bag, no excuses to leave stuff in the car!). I rushed the the credit union yesterday after work (a different branch than the one I met with Saturday!) and then to pick up my mom and then to pick up my car! I spent the weekend contemplating the purchase of a Ford Focus, and once I made the decision on Monday morning, I really wanted to get it as soon as possible. Bless his heart for lending me his car, but my dad smokes like a chimney and his car smelled like an ashtray! Besides the fact that the car has nearly 200,000 miles on it. I'm a bit anxious to see how fuel efficient or fuel inefficient my new car is. If it's less than I hoped, I have the next 5 or 6 years to regret it!

It is a beautiful (no, thank you, I did not say pretty!) car, and is very fun to drive! I loved jamming out to my favorite CDs and listening to Elisabeth Elliot teach on an mp3 on the way home! And of course, I hope I tire of the remote locking and unlocking soon, as even I'll get annoyed with the short little honk when I hit the lock button twice! I'm quite sure I'll never tire of being able to unlock all of my doors at once before I reach the car, instead of trying to juggle all of my stuff and then pitch it all across the front seat only to drag it all back across getting out of my car at work! Could you all remind me of these features next month when I'm trying to budget around my new car payment? Thanks!

Amanda

Sunday, March 9, 2008

A quote:

Don't be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life.

-Bertolt Brecht

Why, oh why?

Why, oh why can I not go paperless? I spent a solid hour today filing papers that have come in the mail that for months pile up unopened. Open, file, open, file. I must have opened 5 bills from my student loan people. Bank account print outs? Credit card bills? Sprint? I never, well, rarely open my mail. When a bill requires paying in person or via snail mail, it is almost certain to be late. It' s painful really. I think every creditor/biller should have an internet pay option. Well, then? Why can't I seem to let go and go paperless? Less paper, better for the environment. Less clutter, better home environment. Less mail, more likely to see the important things! Less paper clutter, less guilt when I finally throw it away!

Someday when I am dead, someone is going to have to go through it all and throw it away. Pity the fool!

I am pleased as punch that I was able to transfer my high interest rate credit card (computer purchase) to my other zeroed (existing) Citibank card with 0% APR. I've known for some time that I needed to do a balance transfer. I've been paying on the computer monthly, and the balance isn't outrageous, but the balance seems to be growing instead of decreasing thanks to the high interest rate! I'd like to be able to make some progress! Perhaps if I had done this a few months ago when the rate skyrocketed I'd have it paid off! Why, oh why didn't I do this before?

Happy Daylight Savings! I hope we all enjoy it as much in the dark of morning . . . (just call me Negative Nelly!)

Car update: I'm leaning towards a Ford Focus. Did I talk about it Friday? 2005, 15,000 miles. Dealer with a fantastic reputation . . . Not quite the gas mileage I'd have liked, and a little more than I wanted to spend, but it seems like I will be able to handle it . . .

Amanda

Friday, March 7, 2008

I got dumped!

Well, left anyway. Left on the side of the road by my not-so-lovely Taurus. I had just gotten on the road to start my journey to work this morning and after accelerating onto the on ramp to the freeway, it seemingly shifted into neutral and stayed there. It runs, but it doesn't go! No matter where I moved the shifter, it wouldn't actually shift the car. The RPMs go up and the engine revs, but she's not moving! (Yeah, like anyone who reads my blog actually cares about car details?) My uneducated guess is that the transmission went out and that it's gone baby gone!

The good news is that I have been looking for a new car for a couple of weeks and am pre-approved for a car loan and so it's not a major shock! The bad news is that I don't have my own transport to and from car dealerships, etc . . . although my parents are loaning me one of their vehicles, as dad just had knee surgery and isn't working for a couple of weeks. They are able to survive with one vehicle for a time. He found a 2005 Ford Focus, fully loaded, I think! for a little more than I hoped to spend, but it only has 15,000 miles on it, and is from a dealer we know! I think I might be able to pay a little bit more knowing all that. Our new contract just got voted in this morning, so I should get a small amount of pay increase, and the dealer might even take my old car as a trade for parts!

All things considered, it was pretty good timing. I'm glad it was on a Friday, and super-blessed that I hadn't actually gotten on the freeway. If I hadn't stopped at the gas station for those donuts, (something I promise I never do!) I would have been a few miles or more on my way! Thank God for His timing! Fridays are better than other days, because it gives me a little time and a weekend to work with! No panicking that way!

If my coworkers read my blog, they'd have some exciting stories for you about today, as they weren't able to get a sub for me! If I'd been sick, I think I would have considered leaving my deathbed to avoid that! I guess I shouldn't have joked to my principal about staying home with strep throat today, huh? Of course, strep throat would be preferable to the $75.00 towing charge and the extra added stress!

Well, I hope your day started a little more gently! Anyone have anything exciting?

Have a fantastic weekend!

Amanda

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

I am . . .

I am a Barista! Yep, this means that I operate an espresso machine at a coffeehouse. (I make a mean mocha if you're ever in Wisconsin!) I only work one day a week, after church Sundays, but I love it! Making drinks is my favorite thing to do on my shift! Yippee! that I get to do it for now! Now, I have known that there is a term for me for some time, but I was reminded of it in a memo I got on my email. Today, I must say that it provides a wonderful balance to all the other names I've been called! It was a wild and crazy day at work, with every one's screws seemingly coming loose all at once! I won't repeat those, or my blog would move up to a more restrictive rating! I had the idea today while one of my boys was screaming insults at the people around him that he should have to write a list of sincere positive comments to try to restore the relationships he damages in his anger and jealousy and to try to restore some balance. It's probably a little much for a third grader, but it makes me think that I should remind myself of the nice names and titles that I hold, just to balance it all out!

And so . . . daughter, aunt, sister, friend, daughter of the King(hence, Princess!), child of God, disciple, teacher, coworker, loved . . . .

Now, if any one has anything nice to hear, I'm blatantly fishing for compliments here! If you don't have anything nice to say? Say it on somebody else's blog!

Love,
Amanda

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Deviance . . .

Spring is here. Really. Well, it will be soon. Okay, so maybe we'll have another snow storm this week. Maybe we'll have a couple more. Sub zeros, maybe. Perhaps spring will never arrive. It's gonna be winter forever! FOREVER!!!! Oh WHOA IS ME!!! La Nina is going to dump more snow and bury me! I've had it with winter. This stinks.

I am obviously fed up with winter. On Super Bowl Sunday I began a new grilling season. It had been a while, my gas grill was buried in the snow, and grilling required breaking a sweat to dig out the controls and a place to stand. I didn't get it quite level though, and strained my Achille's tendon standing in the snow bank in front of the grill. Tonight I hit the grill again. It would be easier if snow would stop dumping on our porch, lawn and driveway so that my neighbors would stop be able to stop adding to the pile. I understand that there is no other place left for the snow! Today I grilled while squatting down in the ever rising bank. I had to kick at the knobs with my snow boot to break them free to turn them on! Some people give up grilling for the winter . . . but not this good Wisconsin girl! Mmmm, barbecue can't be beat, even in February!

BTW- I'd post a picture, but my camera sucks, and it's hard to take pictures in the dark! Because, yep, it was dark as I was a-grillin'!

What did you all have for supper? (Hey- I need ideas!)

A

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Progress!

Hey everyone! It seems like I must have been extra busy lately! I'm not exactly sure that it's true at 100%, but it sure seems like it!

Monday night I went out after school to start my car (5:00 pm, most others had left) and it wouldn't start. It's been finicky lately in that you have to hit the gas at just the right moment to get it to start. Not usually a problem, so gradual that it didn't step right out and yell my name, but more noticeable now that my battery wouldn't start last weekend in the hyper cold weather. After the first attempt, I think I must have flooded it. The battery killed quickly, even though I waited for a while between attempts. I cried like the girl I am, and then called one of my coworkers to come back and give my car a jump start. It fought to stay running, killing as soon as I let off the gas a couple of times. It has started ever since, but it makes me more than a little nervous! It is becoming more obvious that I need a new car. Last week I noticed that a light has burnt out in my speedometer. Have you ever heard of such a thing? Now my speedometer is un-illuminated between 50 and 70 mph. Not like I need those numbers at all!

I've spent much of the week doing my research on cars. I must try for 38mph which will free up $165 per month for a car payment. There is a challenge to be had for sure! I've found the 38 bit, but the car payment would be $50-$70 beyond that. I don't think I can do it! I don't have the discipline or the wiggle room in my budget for that!

Today was car shopping day. Angily and I (and the boy) went to the town just down the freeway and started shopping. We test drove a 2007 Chevy Aveo. which was actually pretty nice. I don't know if the gas mileage meets the criteria though, although the bright orange color really appealed! No CD player, and no power locks or windows. It was a manual transmission, which I only vaguely can drive (like around the parking lot out back, oops, I killed it again! Sorry Mr. Car Salesman!) I think it was $8000. I like that you sit up higher than many cars.

Then there was the Toyota Corolla. It wasn't bad to look at, but the instrument panel is white, which is so distracting and the plexiglass was cracked. The single most disturbing part was that the windshield had a wave running right through it. It was as if I was driving wearing somebody else's glasses. I was dizzy almost instantly. Defect!

My favorite was the Honda Civic. 39,000 miles but in over budget at $13,999. Even with the trade in of my old beast, over my desired car payment. Really pretty car though! (Yes, I did say pretty!)

The good news of the day is that my credit ROCKS! I thought so, but I called one of the local banks to ask about a loan and they were able to pre-approve me right over the phone, even giving me the lowest interest rate! I love that! It helps that I was able to pay off my last car loan early, and also one of my student loans, well before it's due date! I've had a couple of credit cards, for the most part used responsibly. But there's only so much credit can do for you in budgeting in a car payment!

As a special education teacher, I have tons of paperwork to complete, especially after the January marathon of meetings. I've had 3 of these meetings to wrap up for waaay too long. They've been hanging over my head since. I know they need to be done, or I risk losing my job but I've been sick and had so many other things going on. It seemed like any time that I did have that I could work on them, I was sick, or tired, or busy with other things and my brain was not cooperating. Or I only had a short time, and I really need more than that to make progress! Well- I left work Friday night at 6:45 pm (yes, I have no life) with two of the three almost done! Paper work filled out, all I need to do is review them and copy them and get them in the appropriate mails(office vs. USPS)! The last of the 3 isn't as late as the others, so a little less pressure! The kids get out early on Wednesday for PT conferences, so I should have time to finish it then! Yippee!

Well, I'm off to bed. It's nearly 10 o'clock. Car shopping and the Olive Garden really took it out of me!

Oh- anyone want to join my personal rant of the day? Why are cars still being produced with 25-30 piles per gallon STANDARD? Our world has the technology, why are they choosing to not use it? I am amazed that it's so hard to find a car with 38mpg, when Toyota and Honda and Geo Metros have been doing it for years. Perhaps if we all banded together and refused to buy the lesser cars . . . It makes me feel like there is a conspiracy or something. Someone told me that the big car companies also own the oil companies? Its like we live in a less than free country or something. We are in bondage to big oil . . . this is not progress but regress! or is it digress?

Now- really, off to bed!

A

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Quotes:

Me: All right guys! We've got to get this stuff finished. I won't see you tomorrow afternoon because you'll all be at your Halloween party tomorrow afternoon!

4 fourth graders: VALENTINES DAY! VALENTINES DAY! YOU SAID HALLOWEEN!!!


Sick coworker: I'm trying to get stuff done. My brain is shut off, this cold . . . and I just don't have the patience. No patience.

Me: You should put together your sub notes. You might need to stay home tomorrow!

Her: I still have my voice. I can't miss tomorrow. They have their Halloween party. Not a good day to miss . . . (she was not privy to past conversations mind you!)

Happy Halloween to you all!

A

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Additional sickness:

I could not remember last night the other sickness related story I was going to post until I was laying in bed trying to force sleep (this is not normally a problem!).

In addition to the Halloween candy comment . . .

The temperature in my classroom was fluctuating wildly (had to have been the room temp!) so I left my door open for circulation. Now, normally I'm a door-closed kind of person. Just me? Door closed. A room full of America's Most Wanted? Again, door closed.

I'd just gotten to my prep and was getting ready to shut down and die (it was after all the very end of a very long day!). The doctor that I'd seen in Urgent Care had given me some antibiotics to start if my body hadn't righted itself by Sunday (magical 10 days of disease). I was trying to hold out, but by the end of the day, I was literally talking myself into taking them. I conceded defeat, just in time for one of my coworkers to hear me as she walked by. She did a double take, thinking I was on the phone-- But I Wasn't! She comes bouncing in, "Are you talking to yourself??" With a blank look reminiscent of the "Halloween candy look" I simply responded, "yes."

Out of 4 special ed teachers in my school, 2 were out sick(one sick, one sick child). The third left at 1:40 for a meeting, along with our fearless principal! I think maybe it's my turn again tomorrow. Or maybe on Thursday? I could drown my single self in Tagalong ice cream!?!? Or maybe I'll just nurse that ice cream all week . . . . Or maybe I'll just get ready for bed now and take each day as it comes.

G'night!

A

Quote of the day:

To a third grader: Jimbob(strangely, this is his real name)**- if you hit me, I will hold you.

Third grader: It's called restraint, you f*ing idiot! Why are you treating me like a baby?

Me(matter-of-factly): Because you're acting like one.

As it was a factual observation, not a verbal jab, I stand by this comment and would make it again, should the situation arise! He was acting like a baby, albeit a violent, vocal, potty mouth one! That was the day! I hope your's was better?

A

**names have been changed to protect the innocent, unless of course he wasn't innocent, and then the name has been changed to protect his confidentiality!

Monday, February 11, 2008

Delerium . . .

4th grader: Only 3 and a half more days 'till lots of stuff goes on sale at Walmart.

Me: (cold induced blank stare) What? What goes on sale?

4th grader: Valentines Day?

Me: Ooohhhh (realization dawns), so do you get all kinds of Halloween candy on sale then?

4th grader: (blank stare.)

4th grader: Ummm . . . . do you mean Valentines Day? Halloween was a really long time ago.

Me: (blank stare- followed by hysterical giggles) Yes! Yes! I do mean Valentines Day!

4th grader: (you guessed it, continued blank stare!)

Sunday, February 10, 2008

I'm sick . . .

I'm hopefully at the tail end of this cold-sinus crud. I'm on a distinct day 10. On like a ton of bricks last Friday. My brain is muddy. Typing is incoherent and labored. I'll be back again soon . . .

I'm also sick and tired of reruns. Even PBS has reruns of the Antique Roadshow today. I'm glad the writer's strike is seemingly at an end. I hope it accomplished what they needed it to, and bring on the NEW SHOWS!!!

A

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Beware: Political-ish comment ahead!

I rarely invite politics into my blog, and even more rarely comment politically on other's blogs or even in person. I have some rumblings inside that may be gas, or may be a political-ish post. We'll see. For now- just a quick comment. The news just commented on his personal financial investment in this race. To the tune of $35 million dollars that he has invested from his own savings.

Now- I have not investigated many candidates, but especially not Mr. Romney. With all due respect, I know enough about him and his beliefs that I know how I will vote in regards to him, should he get that far. But $35 Million? This man had $35 MILLION sitting around in his savings account? I hardly have $35 DOLLARS in my savings. Either this man is doing something really wrong, or he's doing something really right. Either way, this makes me doubt his ability to relate to me. Perhaps I've missed something . . .

Am I the only one with questions about this? I'll go research and perhaps I'll be back.

There- done with politics for the night. Maybe.

A

Sunday, February 3, 2008

A conundrum.

The Super Bowl- which team do I want to win? Neither. That is the absolute answer. The Giants stomped my beloved Pack, who should have made it to this game. The Patsies defeated us the last time we made it to the Super Bowl. I was in it for the commercials. I disliked the Giants a little less than the Patsies, if only because I didn't want to see the Pats make it through a perfect season. At 19 seconds left in the game, I think it's a safe bet.

I hope you all still like me. No hurt feelings? Em- this too shall pass.

A

Thursday, January 31, 2008

What state do you live in? And WHY?

I squealed out loud when I saw that the temperature forcasted for tomorrow is a whopping 24 degrees above zero. Sometimes I wonder why I live in this wonderful state called Wisconsin?

Family is probably my first and foremost reason for living here. I was born in Minnesota and moved here when I was 3 days old. That wold be the easiest answer to the question for me. I do have a favorite part of Wisconsin. The rolling hills and green-ness in the summer can't be beat. Ooh, and Fall and Spring are fantastic! Yes, we have -20 degree temperatures with a degree of regularity. And 100 degrees with nearly 100% humidity in the summer isn't out of the question. Mood swings, er- temperature swings of 50 degrees within a 24 hour day. Well, Spring and Fall go a long way towards smoothing that over. Spring is coming . . .

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Oh Come ON!- a lesson in patience!

Schools in the area were all called off yesterday because it had rained and then was well on it's way to freezing, with 17 BELOW zero actual temps forecasted for last night. I unfortunately work NORTH of "the area". In a district that rarely calls school off for weather purposes. Now for the patience part- I saw on a local news website that school was closed today! YIPPEE! However- we have an official calling tree system where the principal calls 4 people and they call the next people and so on. I am the first person on the list after he starts the other chains going. The news website reported it at 5:37am. It is now 6:03 and I still have not received the call. Frustrating! I should have been in the shower, had my car started and be ready to leave my house in 12 minutes. I'm not ready- the news says "no school!" WHERE IS MY PHONE CALL!?!?!??

Update: At 6:07 I called my building secretary, who I would call if calling in sick(I knew she would be expecting phone calls this early). She hadn't heard anything yet. Anything. She was unable to reach our principal and her and the other secretary decided- START CALLING! I'd made my phone call and call waiting beeped with my principal on the line. At 6:20! It was indeed off, and the person who makes the decision didn't call people because it was called so early and was on the news. For the record: I live so far from my work that we don't get the same TV channels. I get Western Wisconsin, they get Twin Cities. . . . I think maybe we should be in a different time zone! Maybe I'll do a post about how drastically the weather can vary during my drive . . .

Okay, I'm over it. Glad I only had a partial cup of coffee. I'm going back to bed. Stay warm!

See y'all this afternoon!

A

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Anniversary. . . .

When I began this post, it was intended to be a quick recounting of the events of my family eight years ago. As I began to type, it became more of a journaling. I've never sat down and tried to type it all out before. Tears were involved. It think it'll be good to have it down in type. That being said, I know it's lengthy, and if you don't want to continue reading, then don't. I won't be offended. In fact, I really won't even know.

A rather sad anniversary in our family today. Eight years ago today, in 2000, my mom had her brain aneurysm.
I woke up that morning in Utah. I'd been back after Christmas for one week exactly. I'd graduated in December and was going to start looking for a job to at least finish the year out in Logan. It was a Wednesday morning, my roommates and I were milling around the kitchen together when the phone rang. My sister "Mandy, it's Mom- the ambulance is on the way." I'll never forget it. The previous Friday night I'd called to talk to my mom on the phone. My sister told me she couldn't talk, she had a headache. Now- my mom has had migraine headaches as long as I can remember, but not to this extreme. I made them put her on the phone, she just had a headache, surely she could talk to me for a few minutes! She sounded rough, barely able to croak out her responses. I told her she should go to the doctor, even the emergency room if it's that bad. She told me she'd go on Monday if she wasn't better(that's my mom!). I pressured her with the fact that Monday was Martin Luther King day, and are we sure the clinics were open? She compromised by saying that she'd go to urgent care in the morning if she didn't feel better. She did. They sent her home with a (mis)diagnosis of a sinus infection and 4 medications (antibiotic, pain pill, decongestant and I forget what else).
She medicated and went to work Sunday, Monday and Tuesday nights. Wednesday morning on her way home, the head ache became so bad that she couldn't remember the drive home. She made it safely, by the grace of God. After Dad helped her out of the car and into the house, they began talking about taking her to the doctor, or calling an ambulance. Mom refused to have an ambulance called(again, that's my mom!). Dad began getting her ready for a trip to the clinic(not the one responsible for the mis-diagnosis), he'd already called and they were expecting her. I wasn't there, so the details are fuzzy for me, but I believe that when Dad helping her on with her shoes resulted in vomiting, she consented to an ambulance.
That's when they called me. I was on the phone as the ambulance showed up and took her away. I talked to my sisters and to my dad at the hospital and found out that they were going to take her to Minneapolis. They wanted to Life Flight her, but the weather was too bad, so they took her by ambulance. I waited. I called my grandparents. I called my aunts. I waited. I talked to my dad again, "She'll be fine, Mandy." I waited. "Dad, when do I come home?" "She'll be fine- wait. If it was my mom I'd want to be there. Come home. You get a flight home, call me and tell me when, and I'll be there to pick you up." My roommate and best friend started calling the airlines, trying to get an emergency flight. I started to pack. I wasn't sure how long I'd be gone, or what I would encounter when I got of that plane. I packed black dress clothes.
When I got off the plane, my dad wasn't there. I was devastated. I almost couldn't breathe. What had happened in the hours I was in the air? After making several phone calls, my sister came running in. Dad was outside. Mom had had an aneurysm and was in a drug induced coma(is that how you say it?). Her aneurysm had bled out, but the slightest raise in her blood pressure could cause a rupture and kill her. They would do surgery the day after tomorrow.
We could see her 2 at a time for a few minutes each hour. The next night I called a friend who came to get me. He took me home to Mom and Dad's house. I slept very little, my friend helped me with the dishes while we talked, if I remember right. The next morning I took my mom's car back up to the hospital so we'd have an extra vehicle.
My uncle flew in from Connecticut, but he sat with my grandfather in another hospital. Shortly after he heard about Mom, he'd had a heart attack. (It was relatively mild and he lived for several years after that.) My aunts and uncles and my sisters, my dad and I sat in the surgical waiting room at the University Hospital and waited. It was a very long day. Finally, Dr. Maxwell came out and told us they'd been able to clip both aneurysms (like a barrette). Now we'd wait some more. Her surgery was the 21st of January, she didn't open her eyes at all until the 28th. And then only for a second. The next weeks were a blur. They involved many, many hours at the hospital. I remember that a nurse, Heidi, and I cut her hair. They'd shaved the top of her head, and the back was bloody and matted. We carefully lifted her head and washed it, but it was so matted that she looked to me and I made the decision to cut, and cut I did. They'd waited, expecting her to wake up and then she'd be able to make her own decision about cutting her hair. She hadn't, and it was time. Yes, my sisters were furious.
My older sister had 2 small daughters. Fortunately her husband could watch them for much of the time. The four of us rotated through shifts so that we'd be there when she woke up. I think it was 12 days before she woke up. A flutter of her eyes here and there.
When she woke up, she wasn't herself. She was impatient and irrational. She couldn't eat of drink. She tore out her feeding tube 3 times. She had physical therapy and swallowing tests. They thickened everything, even her much demanded coke. They had to tie her to the bed to keep her in it. She was in no way ready to walk on her own, and she wasn't rational. The turmoil continued. She has smoked since her teens, and her addiction was only stayed when her nurse gave her a straw to "smoke". (You can laugh here- I have!)
Somewhere in February a friend of mine drove me out to Utah. We drove all night, arriving Saturday. My friends threw me a going away party. We packed up all my stuff in his car and mine and drove home. I didn't go back until several years later for a visit.
Her progress determined whether she'd go to an acute rehab facility for intense rehab, or to a nursing home. She didn't progress like we'd hoped. When we left, we brought her to our local nursing home. She kept trying to jump out of the car. We kept locking the doors. The nursing home wasn't great, but we wanted her close to home. It was right up the street.
She was discharged on a Wednesday. That night I'd gone to church. Dad got her settled in and was home in bed when I got home at 9:45. The phone rang and I answered it. Mom had tried to get up out of bed and had fallen and split her head open. Did we want them to call an ambulance? She'll need stitches. Dad and I went to get her. I can't remember if Dad drove or I did. My car had power locks(we'd realized earlier that this was a good thing). Mom kept trying to open the doors while we were driving and we kept hitting the lock button to prevent her from doing so. After her staples were complete, we brought her back to the nursing home. After a day or so, she went by ambulance again. Her stress was messing with her vital signs. The doctors recommended that if we could take care of her at home, we should do so. We tried it. Would we be able to do it? I could not give up my life entirely.
The next weeks involved my tough decision to return Mom to the nursing home. Again, I angered my family, but I could not be her sole care giver to the point where I couldn't even get to church. It was the hardest thing I'd ever done. I drove all the way sobbing hysterically. Dad brought her back home, and we settled in to a routine. Dad worked 3 or 4 twelve hour nights at a time. That end of the week I took care of mom. One his days off, he was the primary care giver. I slept most nights on the floor of the living room beside her hospital bed. She would get up and roam in the night and we couldn't be sure she was safe or that she was able to walk on her own. She was hot all the time. One night I woke up to find that she'd stepped right over me and was out on the deck. Somehow we were able to keep her safe during that time. Her drinks still needed thickening, her diet soft. She was on a ton of meds and required twice daily shots in the stomach with blood thinner. We came up with a medication log system to make sure she got all of her meds. There were days where we had to bundle her up and take her back up to the emergency room at the University Hospital.
Nothing was simple or straightforward. Mom wasn't simple or straightforward. She was still irrational. She couldn't remember anything. I'd wake up at night on the floor beside her bed to her sad, little voice, "Mandy, what happened to me?" "You had an aneurysm Mom, you'll get better, you'll remember some day" became our mantra. I repeated it every time she woke up scared. "Mandy?" "Yes Mom, I'm here." After a while, she seemed to remember, but just needed to hear it. "What happened? I had an aneurysm, right? And I'll get better?" "Yes, Mom."
My grandparents were wonderful. The rest of my family, not so much. Her siblings rarely came to visit, but always had opinions to shoot off to the rest of my family. One time my aunt called from Connecticut and told us that we should have put her in the acute rehab place. And we most certainly should never have let her start smoking. Thanks for the support. I did blow off some steam there- "Thanks for your opinion. Perhaps if they ever came to visit, they'd know that she wasn't able to go to the acute care facility. It wasn't our choice. She wasn't capable. The facility wouldn't take her, thanks for rubbing it in! And who are we to choose for her to stop smoking? She was smoking STRAWS!" And then I promptly hung up. Family or no family, we didn't need that.
Eight years later. There have been severe depression, seizures, irrationality, so much repetition that I have screamed. My mom still has short term memory loss. She still has thoughts pop into her head with varying degrees of accuracy that go around and around and set up camp in her mind. She'll be angry at some one for a reason that no one is sure really happened. She makes decisions on a gut level, based on feelings, and logic can't sway her. My dad has had to take on a bigger role in the family; taxes, bills, family communication(none of these are his strengths). My sisters and I have become the mother, to her and to each other. There are times where I just need my mom, only to call and find her angry and self absorbed, threatening to pack all of her stuff and move out, and wishing she was dead. There have been many tears on all sides. Tears at every new holiday, new event, new memory created that Mom won't remember. There has been anger, lots of anger. Anger from Mom, anger with Mom. We are blessed, so blessed to have her. I would do it all over again to keep her with us. She's not the same and never will be, but I guess neither are we.

Well, if you got this far, thanks for reading. I'm glad to finally have it down on paper(er, blog). I called my mom while I was typing this, just to talk. At her request, I'll print it out sometime to give to her. Some parts I'll cut. There are some things she just doesn't need to know. I didn't intend to portray her badly in any way, but I know it would hurt her to read some of it. There is so much insecurity in her after all of this.

Yours,
Amanda (Mandy)