Thursday, December 30, 2010

sickly.

I don't normally get the flu shot because I've only had the flu twice in my life. I figure that my odds are pretty good that I won't get it. I went to a different doctor and she just offered it and since I was getting the tetanus shot, I figured... why not?!

Linus had just started  preschool, so that was pretty much a dumb idea. I know that your immune system is a little compromised while it is building up the immunities from the vaccines and I immediately caught a cold. Not just a stuffy nose but a full on cold.

Normally, I'd just suck it up, but we were traveling through some mountainous areas and the pressure in my ears was so terrible I had to start taking some decongestants. That stuff dries you out.

Then, it was, well, you know... that time of the month. And all I could do was eat salty stuff. And that dries you out.

I started to not feel very well and every time I even thought of water I wanted to throw up. I started to feel like I was pregnant: exhausted, nauseous, a little out of it in the head (more than normal I guess. haha) and when I started to get muscle cramps and stomach cramps, I figured it was time to see the doctor.

I guess with all of this stuff going on, I wasn't getting enough to drink, I was drinking more coffee just to stay awake and further dehydrating myself. On top of that, I had a kidney infection. So, I got to sit, all by myself, in the quiet of the hospital, reading my book I had downloaded on my ipad, getting stuck with an IV by a great woman who does that sort of thing regularly in the infusion room at the hospital. I got two bags of saline, froze my bum off not realizing that was how I was going to spend my afternoon, and still felt awful.

I peed that morning and didn't pee again until 7pm. Bad sign I guess. I didn't feel better until the next day or so. Even then, I was still tired but the mental confusion had really been eliminated. That was the scary part. I knew I was supposed to know the questions being asked of me, but I couldn't get the info to come up. To just sit staring into space trying to figure out what I wanted to say, or figure out what day of the week it was... it kind of makes me wonder if that's how Alzheimer's patients feel.

Further proof that I am not doing a good job of taking care of myself. I am having a hard time taking some time out for myself. Having two kids doubles the demands and sometimes it is hard to ignore their needs for just a minute to meet my own.

Lesson learned. Babies, you can cry it out for just a bit sometimes. :)

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Spirit of Christmas Past afterthought...

So, I totally forgot to put my favorite FAVORITE memory of Christmas this year and the whole reason I wrote the last post. :D

My Mr. and I went to a Christmas party at a friend couple's house. There weren't very many people that showed and after eating the delicious food, we decided to do the white elephant gifts.

I was lucky enough to receive an actual elephant gift. It was men's underwear as an elephant AND there was a button to push and it made the elephant trumpet. I was unfortunate to lose this awesome gift. hahaha.

Mr. brought tiki torches and one of our friend's guests was a pacific islander. She picked the tiki torches and I know it's one of those "had to be there" moments, but I'm pretty sure another friend almost peed his pants laughing at the tiki torches and the fact that she called Mr. a racist for bringing them as she hugged them like they were her new children.

No one had the heart to take them from her and that is my favorite Christmas memory of this year. A great Christmas party. :D

Spirit of Christmas Past

I have quite a few great Christmas memories and I just thought I'd share a few in hopes that someone will respond with some good memories of their own.

I can't for the life of me remember how old I was, but I got stupid red bike. I hated red and it had TRAINING WHEELS ON THEM! And it wasn't wrapped. Ignore the fact that I had no idea how to ride a bike and had no idea how you'd actually wrap a present like that, but I was bugged. Until, that is, my little sister started to unwrap her huge, giant monstrous box. Inside of that was a smaller box and a smaller box and a smaller box until she got to one of those plastic boxes that used to hold crayons that weren't Crayolas. Inside of that was a coupon for a bike. At that point, I don't think I cared quite as much about my bike, because that was just fun.  Let's do that again, Mom!

I remember the year we got our first microwave. Not just any microwave either... this was the '56 Buick of microwaves. I am pretty sure it was a big as my dishwasher. It was huge. I think we were one of the first ones to get one. It was pretty awesome. Especially when we found out that metal wasn't supposed to go in them.

I remember the year that the Nintendo came out. It was the toy of the year and completely on back order. All of us kids were completely crushed when we were done opening presents and there was no Nintendo. My mom whipped out a present and inside was a bandaid box. ??? Inside was a puzzle. We set to put it together and what she had done was cut out the word Nintendo and cut it up so that was the puzzle. When we put it together, she explained that as soon as it came in to Sears, we could go pick it up. WE WERE GETTING A NINTENDO!!

There was one year that my dad bought the Salvation Army's whole selection of ugly sweaters and that was our Christmas presents that year. 100 ugly sweaters.

This was the first year that Matt and I had a tree, so this will be a Christmas to remember. Especially with Linus getting old enough to really enjoy it more.

I will also remember this Christmas as being one that I completely managed to help a friend out and make sure her family had Christmas. I am pretty sure there were others that helped them out and I am not some sort of "hero" or whatever. It's just that this is not something I do. I don't plan, organize, and follow through with stuff like this. I would like to think that there was some divine intervention there. Or a lot of love. So, Friend, know that no matter what, I love you and your family. And I can not thank those who offered to help out enough. I will be sending personal thank you cards in the mail soon just to show you how much it meant to me. Just waiting for the buzz of the holidays to settle down a little.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

The Spirit of Christmas



What is the spirit of Christmas to you?

I know that everyone wants to say that Christmas to them is celebrating the birth of Christ.

To me, I'd like to think that it is a bit more than just that.

I kind of think it is a celebration of our friends and family.

So, in lieu of the Spirit of Christmas... I'm enlisting all of my friends and family to help a dear friend of mine who is struggling this year. I am creating my own private angel tree to help my friend have a Christmas for her kids. Kids know gifts and kids are kids. They don't understand financial issues, especially if they are new to the family. I am pretty sure that my friend, her husband, and kids also NEED things that aren't just about toys and fun. And I don't think there are many of you out there who would, in a state of need, just dump on your children that there is no Santa.



I don't have the funds to create a Christmas for her, so I am asking...

Please, I need gifts for an 8 year old boy, a 6 year old girl, and a 3 year old boy.

The children particularly want:
8 year old - a remote control car or motorcycle, a monkey pillow pet, and is in need of shoes 1 1/2.
6 year old - a Brat or Barbie doll that comes with something you do your own hair with (she's confused as to what this is... kids... you know. LOL), a unicorn pillow pet, and shoes 11 1/2
3 year old - star wars legos, puppy pillow pet, and shoes size 8.

Or if there is something else you get the intuition that a child of this age might like... well, all gifts would be greatly appreciated.

Please, friends, will you help me help this family whom I've known for a long time? Don't sit back and think that someone else will do it. Just 9 people really. That's all I need. More would probably just be an amazing Christmas for the kids. Be the one to step up and just buy ONE thing. $15-$20 isn't too much to make a child's day.

If you are willing and able and are in the state, I'll come pick them up. Email me if you have an interest so I don't end up with 15 puppy pillows. :D And I can organize a pick up.

Please, help make a Christmas miracle come true for a family.

Thank you. email: amandare78@gmail.com

Oh, and an after thought, I am sure that mom and dad might need or want something. Inspiring gifting happens all the time... if it seems right, do it. This mom friend of mine is working very long and hard hours so she wasn't able to sit down to let me know if she or her husband need anything. Let the Spirit talk to you.



Sunday, December 12, 2010

In memorial

This is the last time we saw Gpa Bailey alive and this is his sweetheart of many years, Gma Bailey holding his hand.

They spend many years in Monticello and that is where their oldest son is buried and that is where Gpa Bailey's final resting place is. Monticello Utah.

I know that some people may find this picture weird, morbid, whatever, but I needed this one for me. I saw him sick and I needed to have this picture of him at peace.


This man was obviously very loved and respected. This is mostly just his family but not even all of them, but most of them.
Final Goodbyes.


Pallbearers. Gpa Bailey's Grandsons.




I wanted to put this picture of Nathaniel in here. That's the little boy pictured. He made my whole entire week. During a song that 4 of Ken's friends were singing, I was thinking that I should be recording it because it was beautiful, Nathaniel looked up at his mom and said, "I love you." It just made me so happy to hear that. I hear he's one of those kids that just knows when someone needs to hear things like that. Very intuitive.


It was cold. Matt looks nice in my scarf, no? Emily is just as cute as usual.

Gma Bailey



I am so very grateful that we were able to get this 4 generation picture. Even though Linus is just a baby, it's still pretty cool to have.

The Bailey's have lost the Chuck Norris of the family. I am very excited to have gotten a hold of a manuscript of an interview he did. He tells stories like no one else.