Not as young as I once was...
I was in a playful mood last night. I get great joy out of aggravating my family...picking and teasing. I am one of those people who love to wrestle. I think I always will be.
Last night I was in a tickle session with my husband. Unluckily I was sitting in the computer chair when he grabbed my foot to tickle it. I jumped and threw myself backward to get away from him and the chair toppled over. It wasn't funny at the time...in fact I cried ever so slightly because I hit my head and my right shoulder on our massive entertainment center. Sure, it hurt and it was 100% my fault for UNDER-calculating the force I used to throw myself away from the ever present danger of foot torture.
It wasn't till this morning that I realized I am not as young as I once was. The right side of my body feels like it has been hit by a MAC TRUCK.
So at what point do our bodies change so much that something that would have not really bothered you much 5-10 years ago makes you feel like an 80 year old today? I would like to thank my husband for coming to my rescue, he didn't laugh at me, not even once. I would have totally laughed at him. He is such a good man.
The lump on my head is gone this morning, it still hurts. My pride...my pride REALLY hurts. In a week I am going to be laughing about it... but not today. Ouch.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Year in the life of Dez...day 28
And I give thanks...
Tomorrow is a day we set aside for Thanksgiving. The thing is, we should be thankful EVERY DAY. Though I agree with the premise of thanksgiving. It gives us a reason to thank our loved ones and thank the Lord for the blessings we have.
My family has a Thanksgiving tradition. A few years ago I set aside a NO FAMILY invited thanksgiving. We were going through some junk with our family at the time. It was fun and we had a blast with our friends. After that I have always done Thanksgiving at our house. Anyone was invited...just like now. The people that are in our lives are there for a reason and I absolutely love all of you. So if you don't have anywhere to go for Turkey Day tomorrow come on over... we can have a hodge podge of "family" Thanksgiving.
That said...we have traditions just like everyone else. We have Thanksgiving lunch...the usual, Turkey, Dressing, Mashed Potatoes, Mac and Cheese (this was for Chelsea), Hashbrown Casserole (for me), Rolls (for Jason), green Bean Casserole (cause WHO doesn't have that), jibblet and a HUGE assortment of desserts. The menu is just about the same every year. After dinner we usually NAP and then we put up our Christmas tree.
The kids are really excited about the Christmas tree this year, especially Jakub.
Traditions are VERY important. It give us something to look forward to every year. It give our kids something to talk about when they get older. It makes us look forward to time with family and friends. So set some traditions this year... or if you have some tell us about yours!
Tomorrow is a day we set aside for Thanksgiving. The thing is, we should be thankful EVERY DAY. Though I agree with the premise of thanksgiving. It gives us a reason to thank our loved ones and thank the Lord for the blessings we have.
My family has a Thanksgiving tradition. A few years ago I set aside a NO FAMILY invited thanksgiving. We were going through some junk with our family at the time. It was fun and we had a blast with our friends. After that I have always done Thanksgiving at our house. Anyone was invited...just like now. The people that are in our lives are there for a reason and I absolutely love all of you. So if you don't have anywhere to go for Turkey Day tomorrow come on over... we can have a hodge podge of "family" Thanksgiving.
That said...we have traditions just like everyone else. We have Thanksgiving lunch...the usual, Turkey, Dressing, Mashed Potatoes, Mac and Cheese (this was for Chelsea), Hashbrown Casserole (for me), Rolls (for Jason), green Bean Casserole (cause WHO doesn't have that), jibblet and a HUGE assortment of desserts. The menu is just about the same every year. After dinner we usually NAP and then we put up our Christmas tree.
The kids are really excited about the Christmas tree this year, especially Jakub.
Traditions are VERY important. It give us something to look forward to every year. It give our kids something to talk about when they get older. It makes us look forward to time with family and friends. So set some traditions this year... or if you have some tell us about yours!
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Year in the life of Dez...day 27
What does your life revolve around?
With teary eyes on a daily basis my little guy, Jack, usually lets me know that he cannot locate his "nasty wooby". His Godmother, Chelsea, gave me a blanket right before Jack was born when she was moving and cleaning out stuff. This blanket was one of those really soft fleece blankets and I tried to get Jakub to use it, but he had "Ling-Ling" (a panda bear he picked all the fuzz off of and ATE!!) as his wooby and had no interest in this blanket. It wasn't long after Jack was born that he took up with wooby, even to the point where we couldn't leave it behind anywhere without total meltdown.
After a few "leave behinds" we cut wooby into 1/4ths so that we would always have a clean one and would hopefully always have one. In the last year wooby has become "nasty wooby". Even though we cut it into 4 pieces, he has to have the one that smells JUST right. You could hand him any of the others, but if it isn't the ONE then it doesn't matter. When "nasty" wooby gets washed, he adopts the next nastiest one. It's fairly disgusting to think about, but it's HIS WOOBY, it gives him comfort.
A little over 6 months ago I truly thought that I would suck my thumb till I died. Yep... I am one of those weird people who drew comfort from my thumb. I have no idea what I got from it, and when asked what flavor it was I replied "vanilla"... though it didn't taste a lick like vanilla. It was my vice...though honestly, not anymore.
Everyone has a vice, everyone has "issues" and everyone lets things control them. I wouldn't really say that Jack's wooby controls him, but he needs it to relax. After I quit the "thumb issue" it would take me hours a night to lay down and actually go to sleep. I was missing something that HELPED me relax. Just like Jack, if he didn't have nasty wooby at night he would most certainly cry himself to sleep.
Does that make me ANY different from folks out there that have bigger vises? People that suffer from addictions to drugs, alcohol, relationships??? Nope, in my opinion it doesn't. You have to get to the root of the vice to solve it and not need it anymore.
So how did I stop may you ask? It was the weirdest thing. I have, for years, struggled with headaches. So one morning in the shower I was praying over them. A few moments after I ended my prayer it was almost as if someone whispered in my ear... "Your thumb, you idiot...GEEZ!" Now, I really don't think God would call me an idiot, but sometimes it takes shock therapy to work with me. So since that moment I have not even had a second of "I NEED".
I know you are all laughing at me... and I am okay with that. I'm not embarrassed anymore, I can laugh about it. I look back at the years I hid it and realized I was honestly NO different from anyone else that hides a habit.
So what are you hiding today...anything you want to change?
With teary eyes on a daily basis my little guy, Jack, usually lets me know that he cannot locate his "nasty wooby". His Godmother, Chelsea, gave me a blanket right before Jack was born when she was moving and cleaning out stuff. This blanket was one of those really soft fleece blankets and I tried to get Jakub to use it, but he had "Ling-Ling" (a panda bear he picked all the fuzz off of and ATE!!) as his wooby and had no interest in this blanket. It wasn't long after Jack was born that he took up with wooby, even to the point where we couldn't leave it behind anywhere without total meltdown.
After a few "leave behinds" we cut wooby into 1/4ths so that we would always have a clean one and would hopefully always have one. In the last year wooby has become "nasty wooby". Even though we cut it into 4 pieces, he has to have the one that smells JUST right. You could hand him any of the others, but if it isn't the ONE then it doesn't matter. When "nasty" wooby gets washed, he adopts the next nastiest one. It's fairly disgusting to think about, but it's HIS WOOBY, it gives him comfort.
A little over 6 months ago I truly thought that I would suck my thumb till I died. Yep... I am one of those weird people who drew comfort from my thumb. I have no idea what I got from it, and when asked what flavor it was I replied "vanilla"... though it didn't taste a lick like vanilla. It was my vice...though honestly, not anymore.
Everyone has a vice, everyone has "issues" and everyone lets things control them. I wouldn't really say that Jack's wooby controls him, but he needs it to relax. After I quit the "thumb issue" it would take me hours a night to lay down and actually go to sleep. I was missing something that HELPED me relax. Just like Jack, if he didn't have nasty wooby at night he would most certainly cry himself to sleep.
Does that make me ANY different from folks out there that have bigger vises? People that suffer from addictions to drugs, alcohol, relationships??? Nope, in my opinion it doesn't. You have to get to the root of the vice to solve it and not need it anymore.
So how did I stop may you ask? It was the weirdest thing. I have, for years, struggled with headaches. So one morning in the shower I was praying over them. A few moments after I ended my prayer it was almost as if someone whispered in my ear... "Your thumb, you idiot...GEEZ!" Now, I really don't think God would call me an idiot, but sometimes it takes shock therapy to work with me. So since that moment I have not even had a second of "I NEED".
I know you are all laughing at me... and I am okay with that. I'm not embarrassed anymore, I can laugh about it. I look back at the years I hid it and realized I was honestly NO different from anyone else that hides a habit.
So what are you hiding today...anything you want to change?
Friday, November 20, 2009
Year in the life of Dez...day 26
Slacking...
I had an excuse for a couple of days there. My husband was on vacation and I just wanted to spend time with him. Yesterday, I really didn't have a good excuse. My hubby was pukey all night the night before and I couldn't make myself wake up. I was lazy allllllll day yesterday.
I suppose there are some times that we just need to take a break from it all and zone out sometimes. It's probably not so good for us, but it felt good.
I did, on the otherhand find last night that anger is a HUGE motivator for me. As I went to the mailbox and opened a bill from the dentist we just saw I couldn't help but see red. Sometimes in life we are faced with those moments that we completely flip out over something like a ridiculous bill.
The point isn't that I really liked the doctor and his staff, and his nice new high-tech building (which I will be paying the mortgage on this month)... the point is that their services are horridly priced and my insurance only payed $100.00 of the $500.00 bill. So not only did I get slapped in the face by said Doctor, I also got slapped in the face by my "fee-scheduled" insurance company. What for... they cleaned my children's teeth...wow, something I do everyday at home.
Yeah, I am ticked...was it my fault... yep! I picked the doctor, and I didn't check the schedule on the insurance. So mostly I am ticked at my lack of "thouroughness" (if that is even a word".
So, when I get ticked I work. I usually clean. Jason used to tick me off on purpose to get me to clean. Now my kitchen SPARKLES. In fact I took things apart and cleaned them...even the coffee pot. So I suppose out of all of this I was productive!
Another thing I do when I get mad is cry. It is a horrible little thing I do when I feel like I am out of control of a situation. When I get mad I cry...I can't control that part either... it just happens. Emotion is something I wear on my sleeve. I take it as a sign of weakness. I wish I could be like the people who through most everything are calm and collected. Nope, if you look at me wrong I cry...seriously, stop looking at me like that.
I had an excuse for a couple of days there. My husband was on vacation and I just wanted to spend time with him. Yesterday, I really didn't have a good excuse. My hubby was pukey all night the night before and I couldn't make myself wake up. I was lazy allllllll day yesterday.
I suppose there are some times that we just need to take a break from it all and zone out sometimes. It's probably not so good for us, but it felt good.
I did, on the otherhand find last night that anger is a HUGE motivator for me. As I went to the mailbox and opened a bill from the dentist we just saw I couldn't help but see red. Sometimes in life we are faced with those moments that we completely flip out over something like a ridiculous bill.
The point isn't that I really liked the doctor and his staff, and his nice new high-tech building (which I will be paying the mortgage on this month)... the point is that their services are horridly priced and my insurance only payed $100.00 of the $500.00 bill. So not only did I get slapped in the face by said Doctor, I also got slapped in the face by my "fee-scheduled" insurance company. What for... they cleaned my children's teeth...wow, something I do everyday at home.
Yeah, I am ticked...was it my fault... yep! I picked the doctor, and I didn't check the schedule on the insurance. So mostly I am ticked at my lack of "thouroughness" (if that is even a word".
So, when I get ticked I work. I usually clean. Jason used to tick me off on purpose to get me to clean. Now my kitchen SPARKLES. In fact I took things apart and cleaned them...even the coffee pot. So I suppose out of all of this I was productive!
Another thing I do when I get mad is cry. It is a horrible little thing I do when I feel like I am out of control of a situation. When I get mad I cry...I can't control that part either... it just happens. Emotion is something I wear on my sleeve. I take it as a sign of weakness. I wish I could be like the people who through most everything are calm and collected. Nope, if you look at me wrong I cry...seriously, stop looking at me like that.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Year in the life of Dez...day 25
Bad decisions?
I haven't written in SEVERAL days. My husband has been on vacation and I have been trying to spend tons of time with him. I have had a fabulous day up until tonight. I was frustrated with some things that have happened over the last few weeks and I was venting to my MIL. Apparently my MIL has had some pent up anger for some time that she let over-flow and spill out tonight. What are her complaints may you ask? Well just about everything Jason and I have done in the last year.
Complaint 1- We sold our house and it just shows how ungrateful we were because she gave it to Jason.
I will address that one with...I HATED THAT HOUSE! It wasn't our house it was her house that she built with her ex-husband. I am grateful we had it for the 10 years that we did, but I never felt that it was "our" house.
Complaint 2- We have no money. If she had known we were going to be in the shape we are currently in she would have never moved up here and she would have saved her money that she used to move up here for us to have now.
Yeah, we aren't rich, WHO IS these days?
Complaint 3- Our children do not have the security of a "Home".
I explained to her that a HOUSE does NOT make a home, that the love we share as a family is what makes a home. My children are happy and content. We will "buy" a house one day, when we are ready to.
Complain 4- Still on the security issue... That I have never known what poverty feels like.
This is where she is totally wrong. I remember living in my Dad's truck for weeks, not having Christmas under the tree...NOT HAVING FOOD for that matter... but I have never known what povery feels like. I explained that to her.
I made sure to let her know how I felt too... that I didn't appreciate that she didn't support how we did things, that we were living our lives how we want to and that as a family we are stronger than ever.
So now, I sit totally ticked off, steaming inside and this is what I do... I air it out to the whole world.
I PRAY my kids never know the life that my husband or I either had to go through as children. I pray that the economy gets better. I pray that all of our hopes and dreams as a family come true. Right now... I feel like we are kinda puttering out, but does that make my faith waiver? NO!!! I feel slightly homesick, I feel like I wish there were jobs here Montana that I could go to work for to help contribute to our financial success. Does anyone know what the future holds? Absolutely not. All we can do it sit back, relax and live day by day. That's all we a guaranteed anyway. I wanna scream...I wanna scream, I wanna scream...Maybe a good cry would help.
I haven't written in SEVERAL days. My husband has been on vacation and I have been trying to spend tons of time with him. I have had a fabulous day up until tonight. I was frustrated with some things that have happened over the last few weeks and I was venting to my MIL. Apparently my MIL has had some pent up anger for some time that she let over-flow and spill out tonight. What are her complaints may you ask? Well just about everything Jason and I have done in the last year.
Complaint 1- We sold our house and it just shows how ungrateful we were because she gave it to Jason.
I will address that one with...I HATED THAT HOUSE! It wasn't our house it was her house that she built with her ex-husband. I am grateful we had it for the 10 years that we did, but I never felt that it was "our" house.
Complaint 2- We have no money. If she had known we were going to be in the shape we are currently in she would have never moved up here and she would have saved her money that she used to move up here for us to have now.
Yeah, we aren't rich, WHO IS these days?
Complaint 3- Our children do not have the security of a "Home".
I explained to her that a HOUSE does NOT make a home, that the love we share as a family is what makes a home. My children are happy and content. We will "buy" a house one day, when we are ready to.
Complain 4- Still on the security issue... That I have never known what poverty feels like.
This is where she is totally wrong. I remember living in my Dad's truck for weeks, not having Christmas under the tree...NOT HAVING FOOD for that matter... but I have never known what povery feels like. I explained that to her.
I made sure to let her know how I felt too... that I didn't appreciate that she didn't support how we did things, that we were living our lives how we want to and that as a family we are stronger than ever.
So now, I sit totally ticked off, steaming inside and this is what I do... I air it out to the whole world.
I PRAY my kids never know the life that my husband or I either had to go through as children. I pray that the economy gets better. I pray that all of our hopes and dreams as a family come true. Right now... I feel like we are kinda puttering out, but does that make my faith waiver? NO!!! I feel slightly homesick, I feel like I wish there were jobs here Montana that I could go to work for to help contribute to our financial success. Does anyone know what the future holds? Absolutely not. All we can do it sit back, relax and live day by day. That's all we a guaranteed anyway. I wanna scream...I wanna scream, I wanna scream...Maybe a good cry would help.
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