I'm rather old fashioned, and I was raised to believe that Easter is that wonderful Sunday when you can start wearing white shoes and you should get a new Easter dress. However, this year Easter Sunday happens to coincide with our church's General Conference. So planning ahead, because I do that also, I told Emily we would go Easter dress shopping last Thursday. My plan was she could wear her dress a week early because of conference.
But, when I called her at 3:15 on Thursday, she told me she had forgotten and rode the bus home. OK, no big deal, she is 14 and dyed blond, so she is entitled to forget a few things. I went home to pick her up and take her back into the church for a dance practice for a regional dance thing this summer, we were running late so dinner was Taco Bell. While on our way to dance I asked her about forgetting to stay after, "Well," she said,"After the basketball, everything went blurry and I just forgot things." What??? "Oh, didn't I tell you? I walked in the gym today for weights class, and a boy had kicked a basketball from clear across the gym. It hit me right on the top of my head, everything went fuzzy and I got really dizzy. Then I got a headache." So I asked, "What did the coach do?" "Well, he didn't make me run the bleachers." she replied.
After two hours I picked her up and she informed me that Taco Bell before dance practice was not a good idea. Whatever!!!
Anyway, at 1:15 am, she stumbled into my bedroom and informed her father and I that she had just thrown up. Now, I didn't go to medical school, and I may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I did start putting it all together...bump on the head, dizzy, nausea, and vomiting...no don't tell me, hey I think my daughter has a concussion.
Yeah, her coach confirmed on Friday, "She got hit really hard, I tried to get her to go to the nurse."
Anyway, I think the only damage, (besides her ipod, which was not vomit proof), was a few algebraic variables. But tonight when I went into her bedroom to talk to her, I noticed that her bed was made...Emily NEVER makes her bed. It must be the concussion, it's the only explanation.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
What the???!!!! Son of a...
2:00 am - Sunday Morning, I woke up and thought, where is my phone? I took it out of my pocket before I threw the smoky clothes in the washer...right? Yeah, I must have, I was in the kitchen and I realized my battery was low, I'm sure I put it on the counter.
Fast forward approximately 6 hours, and sure enough...I found it, in the bottom of my washer. Now, I don't have one of those fancy internet phones. It was just an old NV that I have had for almost 2 years, but that phone is like an extension of my right hand! Suddenly, I was without my contacts, my text buddies, my calendar. I didn't know who I was, where I needed to be, and I couldn't find any of my friends.
That was how my Sunday started out. Then I went to church...that didn't improve my mood. It is a good thing my faith doesn't require me to like my fellow church goers. But seriously don't quote Sherry Dew as a source in a Relief Society Lesson, it ticks me off.
Anyway, I was without my phone for about 46 hours. I did qualify for an upgrade from my provider, unfortunately the new NV requires more commitment than I was willing to make. So I settled for a Samsung, and now I am not happy. I don't know how to work this phone, it doesn't have my contacts, I don't know the shortcuts, and the keypad is all wrong.
We haven't bonded at all. I felt lost without my phone, so I hope this new relationship works out.
Fast forward approximately 6 hours, and sure enough...I found it, in the bottom of my washer. Now, I don't have one of those fancy internet phones. It was just an old NV that I have had for almost 2 years, but that phone is like an extension of my right hand! Suddenly, I was without my contacts, my text buddies, my calendar. I didn't know who I was, where I needed to be, and I couldn't find any of my friends.
That was how my Sunday started out. Then I went to church...that didn't improve my mood. It is a good thing my faith doesn't require me to like my fellow church goers. But seriously don't quote Sherry Dew as a source in a Relief Society Lesson, it ticks me off.
Anyway, I was without my phone for about 46 hours. I did qualify for an upgrade from my provider, unfortunately the new NV requires more commitment than I was willing to make. So I settled for a Samsung, and now I am not happy. I don't know how to work this phone, it doesn't have my contacts, I don't know the shortcuts, and the keypad is all wrong.
We haven't bonded at all. I felt lost without my phone, so I hope this new relationship works out.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Stripes or Bars?
For two mornings in a row, on my way to work I have heard the Angel Flight song. It is a beautiful song and it reminds me of a dream I had about a year ago. But before I get to that I have to give a little background.
I always thought I would marry a cowboy, but it turns out I fell in love with a guy who wore combat boots instead of cowboy boots, BDU's instead of Wranglers. Between the time we got engaged and got married, Saddam Hussein decided that Kuwait was a plum little target and we got into the first Gulf War. My husband immediately volunteered to go to the sand box, but the US military decided keeping an eye on the Russians was more important for his squadron of AWACS. It was at that point that I realized what it meant to marry a man who had taken an oath to protect and defend the constitution of the United States, someday he may have to make good on that oath, and could I live with it? I realized then, as I have with many choices that you have to determine that course of action ahead of time. I could live with his decision, it wasn't my first choice, but it was necessary for the bigger picture. I was reading Thomas Paine a few weeks ago, he basically said, "I fight, so my children won't have to".
About a year ago I had a very vivid dream, I got a call telling me that my son, Erik, had been killed fighting in Afghanistan. Scott and I went to a base in the Midwest to collect his personal belongings. We were told how he had been killed, given the military flag, and went through the whole thing. I wasn't upset, only resigned. That was his choice, just like his father's. I was sad but realized the necessity of sacrifice. (I don't know if I will be that stoic in real life if it ever came to that)
When I woke up I told Scott my dream, he laid there for a few minutes and then said, "Was he wearing stripes or bars?"
So now when I hear that song, I always think of that dream, and what Thomas Paine said. I don't want to make the sacrifice of a loved one, but I can't ask others to do what my family isn't willing to. May the Lord bless and keep all those willing to sacrifice, regardless of stripes or bars.
I always thought I would marry a cowboy, but it turns out I fell in love with a guy who wore combat boots instead of cowboy boots, BDU's instead of Wranglers. Between the time we got engaged and got married, Saddam Hussein decided that Kuwait was a plum little target and we got into the first Gulf War. My husband immediately volunteered to go to the sand box, but the US military decided keeping an eye on the Russians was more important for his squadron of AWACS. It was at that point that I realized what it meant to marry a man who had taken an oath to protect and defend the constitution of the United States, someday he may have to make good on that oath, and could I live with it? I realized then, as I have with many choices that you have to determine that course of action ahead of time. I could live with his decision, it wasn't my first choice, but it was necessary for the bigger picture. I was reading Thomas Paine a few weeks ago, he basically said, "I fight, so my children won't have to".
About a year ago I had a very vivid dream, I got a call telling me that my son, Erik, had been killed fighting in Afghanistan. Scott and I went to a base in the Midwest to collect his personal belongings. We were told how he had been killed, given the military flag, and went through the whole thing. I wasn't upset, only resigned. That was his choice, just like his father's. I was sad but realized the necessity of sacrifice. (I don't know if I will be that stoic in real life if it ever came to that)
When I woke up I told Scott my dream, he laid there for a few minutes and then said, "Was he wearing stripes or bars?"
So now when I hear that song, I always think of that dream, and what Thomas Paine said. I don't want to make the sacrifice of a loved one, but I can't ask others to do what my family isn't willing to. May the Lord bless and keep all those willing to sacrifice, regardless of stripes or bars.
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