Showing posts from December, 2009

Today I sit in a hospital room...

Today I sit in a hospital room.

I've been up since 4:50 a.m. so that I could lend emotional support to my husband who had surgery today. I will spare the sordid details of his surgery here.

Anyway, it took four hours for the surgery and he was in the hospital for two days. During this time I happened to be reading "The Last Lecture," by Randy Pausch. Bad timing. Reading a book about a man dying from cancer and the things he learned from life is amazing, but scary when your husband is in the hospital.

I hate hospitals. I see and smell things that many people probably don't think twice about. I'm sure it is my trauma response from years of going through surgeries with Aubree. Staying at Primary Children's for weeks has created emotional responses to things that spark memories of that hard, scary time. Did you know anesthesia has a smell? Seriously, I can smell the same smell when people come out of anesthesia, no matter who the person is. It makes me want to th…

Strangers and Snowblowers

On Christmas Eve day I decided to undertake a task that was a risky play. I decided to purchase my husband a snow blower for Christmas.

"Are you crazy?" you may be asking. Well, yes, yes I am crazy, so now that we have that out of the way, let me tell you how I made the decision which snow blower to purchase.

First of all, our old snow blower has not worked for over three years. Last year Matt took it to the repair shop and was told it was a $200 repair. Not good for a snow blower that is only worth $300. Secondly, it is a wimpy little thing. If we get more than a few inches, it would be pretty worthless. (It is especially worthless when it is sitting in the garage, not able to run.)

Poor Matt... every winter his back seems to go out. I can't decide if it is the cold weather, or because basketball season starts and he thinks he is 17 again and then injures it. Probably the latter. Anyway, this man really needs a snow blower because shoveling is about the worst thing you can…

Things that make me happy

I decided to make a list of things that make me happy. Then whenever I am feeling down I can go to this list. These are not in any particular order.

1. Playing piano duets with my hubby. We have a book of Christmas duets and I think it is so fun to play together.

2. Having lunch with Aubree. She is my least picky child and is willing to go wherever and share whatever with me. Some of our favorites... Zupas, Cafe Rio, Good Wood BBQ. She has never been to Olive Garden, so I need to take her there sometime.

3. Giving Tyler girl advice. Yes, I think this is fun. We are up to speed on who likes who and what the latest jr high scoop is. It is fun to talk about how crazy girls are at this age.

4. Cuddling and tickling Caleb. I am sad that even my baby is getting to the point where he doesn't want kisses anymore. I still kiss him anyway and then he just gets mad. Instead I resort to holding him and tickling him so he doesn't notice the few kisses I sneak on his cheeks and forehead. (D…

I am the goodest...

I always appreciate my husband's sense of humor.

The other day we were driving in the car. Marcus announced to the family, "I am the goodest in my class at math. I can do my times tables."

Matt replied, "Are you the goodest in your class in English?"