Yesterday morning I did my normal routine. Got up REALLY early...got ready...went to get my purse together...made sure I had everything...went to the diaper bag to get my wallet (we had went shopping the day before, so I put it in there), and IT WAS NOT THERE. So I go back to my purse and make sure I hadn't gotten ahead of myself and put it in there, and it wasn't there either. Now I go to the truck and search it to see if I dropped it when we went shopping the night before, not there either. Now I feel sick. I then search the the house to see if Taylor happened to get it out and play with it...can't find it... By this point I was freaking out. Dustin got up and helped me look, and he couldn't find it. I called Wal-Mart to see if someone had turned it in...nope.
I now calm myself as best I can and call to cancel all my cards. Great. Now I am thinking through everything I had in my wallet... Again, I feel sick.
Before I head to work, I figure it wouldn't hurt to drive out to Wal-Mart to see if someone else had found it. Sadly, no....
Now I head into work...driving very carefully, because it wouldn't be a lot of fun to get pulled over without a license... Over the next few hours I continue to check on the activity on my cards and there hasn't been any yet. Then Dustin calls. He tells me to write down the number he was giving me. He had just gotten a call from First TN about my wallet. Turns out someone found it in the parking lot and picked it up and was trying to get ahold of me. I called her and she had my wallet at her house!!!!!
I went to her house to get it and could not believe everything was still there. She wanted me to go through my wallet in front of her, so I knew she didn't steal anything.
It's nice to know there are nice people out there still...
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Embroidery Machine For Sale
I am selling my Embroidery Machine! I am wanting to upgrade and need to sell mine first.
It's a Deco 330 by Bernina. It's a wonderful machine and super easy to use.
Please let me know if you are interested and and I can get you more info!!
It's a Deco 330 by Bernina. It's a wonderful machine and super easy to use.
Please let me know if you are interested and and I can get you more info!!
Thursday, October 9, 2008
It has begun...
Through Taylor's life, he's been a great baby. He was always in a good mood, rarely cried, ate and slept well...then he became a toddler :) Now he still is such a blessing to us, but he is VERY two years old. The past few days, I've gotten a taste of the fun that is to come.
For one, we had his two year well visit yesterday. When we got there, he was in a great mood. He was talking to everyone, waving and everyone, and acting like he was so big. Then it went downhill from there. The first thing they did, was prick his finger. Why would they do that FIRST? I understand it takes time to process, but could they not have done that after he saw the doctor and then give him the results?? Anyway, he wasn't happy about having his finger stuck and after that he was glued to me and didn't want anyone else to touch him. He did get distracted by the band-aid on his finger, and that helped for a few minutes, but Taylor loves stickers right now and to him the band-aid was a fun sticker to put on him. Not a big deal, except his finger was pouring blood, so he got blood all over me, the floor and himself. Finally that stopped bleeding and the doctor came in. He immediately began to tell the doctor "bye bye" repeatedly I guess in hopes that he would get the hint and leave :) When the doctor started to talk to him and examine him, he began to cry and scream. That didn't stop for a good 20 minutes. Keep in mind Taylor has always loved our pediatrician and never minded going to the doctor...so this was new to us all. We finally got through the exam and then he got a flu shot...more fun. The doctor said Taylor was doing great. He recommended us to get him evaluated by speech therapy, so that will be our next stop. He said it may be helpful, or they may say he's just a boy...they tend to develop speech slower. He is 35 inches tall (65th percentile), 31 lbs and 2 oz (80th percentile), and his head was 51 cm (94th percentile).
Secondly, I had my first encounter with 911. Not because we had an emergency, not because something was wrong, but because Taylor called. He loves to babble endlessly to anyone or no one on the other line of the phone, so when he was playing with the phone while I was sewing I didn't think anything of it. Then he started to act like he was actually talking to someone. He would say a few things, then wait, they say a few things, then wait, so I went over to him and I heard someone on the phone saying "Sweetie...is your mommy or daddy home? I really need to talk to your mommy or daddy." I took the phone from him and he had called 911 and I got a lecture about being more careful and if he calls again, we will be fined. Wonderful.
The fun of toddlerhood has began :)
For one, we had his two year well visit yesterday. When we got there, he was in a great mood. He was talking to everyone, waving and everyone, and acting like he was so big. Then it went downhill from there. The first thing they did, was prick his finger. Why would they do that FIRST? I understand it takes time to process, but could they not have done that after he saw the doctor and then give him the results?? Anyway, he wasn't happy about having his finger stuck and after that he was glued to me and didn't want anyone else to touch him. He did get distracted by the band-aid on his finger, and that helped for a few minutes, but Taylor loves stickers right now and to him the band-aid was a fun sticker to put on him. Not a big deal, except his finger was pouring blood, so he got blood all over me, the floor and himself. Finally that stopped bleeding and the doctor came in. He immediately began to tell the doctor "bye bye" repeatedly I guess in hopes that he would get the hint and leave :) When the doctor started to talk to him and examine him, he began to cry and scream. That didn't stop for a good 20 minutes. Keep in mind Taylor has always loved our pediatrician and never minded going to the doctor...so this was new to us all. We finally got through the exam and then he got a flu shot...more fun. The doctor said Taylor was doing great. He recommended us to get him evaluated by speech therapy, so that will be our next stop. He said it may be helpful, or they may say he's just a boy...they tend to develop speech slower. He is 35 inches tall (65th percentile), 31 lbs and 2 oz (80th percentile), and his head was 51 cm (94th percentile).
Secondly, I had my first encounter with 911. Not because we had an emergency, not because something was wrong, but because Taylor called. He loves to babble endlessly to anyone or no one on the other line of the phone, so when he was playing with the phone while I was sewing I didn't think anything of it. Then he started to act like he was actually talking to someone. He would say a few things, then wait, they say a few things, then wait, so I went over to him and I heard someone on the phone saying "Sweetie...is your mommy or daddy home? I really need to talk to your mommy or daddy." I took the phone from him and he had called 911 and I got a lecture about being more careful and if he calls again, we will be fined. Wonderful.
The fun of toddlerhood has began :)
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Sick?
Working in the medical field has opened my eyes to all kinds of people. Now that I am actually doing clinical work and asking all the "before test" questions, I get to hear all that the patients have to say. We have a wide variety of patients, from young 20 somethingers who have positive family history to 80 year olds who are in for their yearly stress test, but sadly across the board there are so many people who WANT to be sick. Granted, no one ever admits they are faking, or embellishing but it is easy to tell, even with my limited medical knowledge. I can't imagine wanting to be sick, or being dissapointed when a test comes back negative. Many, many times when we are done stressing patients and the cardiologist speaks with them and tells them their strips look great, they question them. Are you sure? Did he/she see something when I was having pain? How long has he/she been a doctor? Does he/she know what they are doing? How many of these tests have they done?
Also, the medication lists... I understand medicine is almost inevitable, but some of these people have to have platinum cards to the drug stores (preferably Walgreens).
I like being healthy...I like not taking medicine...I like it when I go to the doctor and they tell me everything looks good. So now I ask myself...Is that weird??
Also, the medication lists... I understand medicine is almost inevitable, but some of these people have to have platinum cards to the drug stores (preferably Walgreens).
I like being healthy...I like not taking medicine...I like it when I go to the doctor and they tell me everything looks good. So now I ask myself...Is that weird??
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Rough Mommy Days
Over the past week or so, my heart has been challenged as a mother. I know this is all a part of it, but it just seems to have fallen together all of a sudden. For one, Taylor had his big first fall. Check out his blog for some pictures. He is fine, and things could have been MUCH worse, but all the same, it still broke my heart to see him hurting. The first few nights after he had fallen were rough and it wasn't because anything was seriously wrong, it was because he could not get comfortable. He moves alot when he sleeps, so he kept hitting his scrapes, or rubbing up against the bed rail and just wanted Mommy to hold him. You know there is something wrong with Taylor or he doesn't feel well when he voluntarily wants you to hold him :) He has become too busy for this, so while I didnt like that he was hurting, I did enjoy the cuddling.
Secondly, on my way to dropping off Taylor yesterday morning I came across something I never wanted to see. While traveling in front of Bonnie Kate there was a child struck by a car. It was two cars behind me, so I didn't see it happen, but I did see all the parents on the other side of traffic react. Traffic was stopped and there was a father watching his car in front of me, and he said he would stay there, so I went to see if I could help. While my medical knowledge is basic, I didn't see anyone else trying to help. There were a few other women calling 911, but no one helping the child or his mother, who was right across the street when this happened. Both parties were screaming and crying, but for the most part the boy looked okay. Clearly scared, he was trying to climb on top of his mother, so that was a good sign. His movement looked fine and all I could see was a large gash on his head where he hit the pavement. I tried my best to comfort both him and the mother, but she made it perfectly clear that she did not want anyone touching her son that was not a doctor. Thankfully I heard sirens a few seconds later, so they were there quickly. I can't imagine how that would feel to see it happen, especially to your own children. Turns out the woman driving the car was trying to dial her cell phone and was not paying attention. Both children involved are fine and the driver has been punished. When I dropped Taylor off, all I wanted to do was hug him. He'll be big enough to go to school soon enough, and I can't imagine having to pass on the responsibility of watching him onto others.
Lastly, one of my worst fears happened. Usually I don't drop Taylor off in the mornings. Dustin goes into work later, so he does that, but today Dustin was out of town and I had a dentist appointment. When I went to tell Taylor bye bye, he cried. I tried to distract him, but he kept crying. After I walked outside, he opened the front door and stood at the glass storm door and cried more. I could see him as I was driving away...STILL CRYING. I looked back as I was up the street, and he was still there...talk about breaking your heart. It took everything I had to keep going to work. I know he was fine in a few minutes, but at that moment he was crying for me.
They really can play a number on your emotions, but also fill you with so much love at the same time.
Secondly, on my way to dropping off Taylor yesterday morning I came across something I never wanted to see. While traveling in front of Bonnie Kate there was a child struck by a car. It was two cars behind me, so I didn't see it happen, but I did see all the parents on the other side of traffic react. Traffic was stopped and there was a father watching his car in front of me, and he said he would stay there, so I went to see if I could help. While my medical knowledge is basic, I didn't see anyone else trying to help. There were a few other women calling 911, but no one helping the child or his mother, who was right across the street when this happened. Both parties were screaming and crying, but for the most part the boy looked okay. Clearly scared, he was trying to climb on top of his mother, so that was a good sign. His movement looked fine and all I could see was a large gash on his head where he hit the pavement. I tried my best to comfort both him and the mother, but she made it perfectly clear that she did not want anyone touching her son that was not a doctor. Thankfully I heard sirens a few seconds later, so they were there quickly. I can't imagine how that would feel to see it happen, especially to your own children. Turns out the woman driving the car was trying to dial her cell phone and was not paying attention. Both children involved are fine and the driver has been punished. When I dropped Taylor off, all I wanted to do was hug him. He'll be big enough to go to school soon enough, and I can't imagine having to pass on the responsibility of watching him onto others.
Lastly, one of my worst fears happened. Usually I don't drop Taylor off in the mornings. Dustin goes into work later, so he does that, but today Dustin was out of town and I had a dentist appointment. When I went to tell Taylor bye bye, he cried. I tried to distract him, but he kept crying. After I walked outside, he opened the front door and stood at the glass storm door and cried more. I could see him as I was driving away...STILL CRYING. I looked back as I was up the street, and he was still there...talk about breaking your heart. It took everything I had to keep going to work. I know he was fine in a few minutes, but at that moment he was crying for me.
They really can play a number on your emotions, but also fill you with so much love at the same time.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Job Idea
Lately I have enjoyed some good "girly" movies (if you haven't seen Catch and Release...it's really good!) and I've decided there is a great need in "real life" for a new career for someone out there. In almost all great movies that pull at your heart strings or leave you feeling happy at the end there is that one or two lines that stick out. Think of your favorite movie or that one movie you could watch over and over and over again...I can almost guarantee that you know those lines in them...and you are thinking of them now and smiling.
You've heard of Life Coaches, well I want to take it one step further...we need Life Scripters. Somehow these people would be able to feed you that perfect line at the perfect time, so we could live these moments in our own lives and not have to watch someone else enjoy them.
You've heard of Life Coaches, well I want to take it one step further...we need Life Scripters. Somehow these people would be able to feed you that perfect line at the perfect time, so we could live these moments in our own lives and not have to watch someone else enjoy them.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
New 90210
So I have officially been sucked in... I have always been a sucker for teeny-bopper dramas, and the new 90210 is no exception. I have always LOVED the original 90210 and still watch the re-runs now. I was afraid they would try to type cast the new cast into the same roles as the old show, but they really didn't. There are lots of similarities in some of the characters, but it is definitely not a carbon copy of the original. Another aspect I liked is the tie-ins to the old story lines. Kelly Taylor is a guidance counselor and Brenda Walsh is back!!! For those of us who watched the old show were able to giggle at the inside jokes they threw in there through the whole episode. Kelly was even able to laugh at herself and her old character at one point. They did leave it open to follow the original cast and the new ones. I love it!! I already have tons of questions that need answers...Who is the father of Kelly's kid? Where is David in all the Silver family drama?
The writers did a great job getting new watchers and appealing to us original fans. They got me :)
The writers did a great job getting new watchers and appealing to us original fans. They got me :)
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