Thursday, December 3, 2009

It's That Time...Another Christmas Letter



Ho ho hope you're having a fabulous year! 2009 was an eventful year for the Tennyson family. Despite the worst economy since the Great Depression, Jamie is still thriving in the investment field. The Dow was far better to him this year than his hunting trips as there were no new antlered additions to his man cave. Thank you God.

Chase is 7 going on 15. He figured out the Santa thing this year and is quite excited about being one of Santa's elves for his sister. He is obsessed with all things Mario and Luigi and wants to be a professional Lego builder when he grows up. Or an architect. Most days he uses his brain for good instead of evil and those are very good days indeed. Just today he announced that, "I'm the bomb at school because I'm so good at tooting! Everyone thinks it is funny." Oh yes, he's quite a charmer that one. A real ladies man.

Cassie is almost 2 1/2 and our baby is not a baby anymore! Apparently there is a motormouth gene and (surprise, surprise) she got it. She also inherited a stubborn streak (let's blame Daddy for that one) and her favorite thing to say is, "I DO IT!" And do it she does. She loves to sing and dance! She also loves anything her big brother is doing and adores her big brother's friends. Shhhh, don't tell her they're Chase's friends b/c she thinks they're HER friends.

Cassie's very best friend is Sherman. It's been quite a year w/the Sherminator. I've requested a fast pass from our area ER because both kids wound up with stitches courtesy of Shermy. In July, he bumped Cassie on the stairs. She tumbled down a few and hit the newel post, requiring 4 stitches in her forehead. Just last month, he and Chase bumped heads. Unfortunately his tooth hit Chase's eyebrow and Chase got eight stitches. Needless to say, there is no more wrestling in the house w/our gentle giant. The kids adore Shermy despite the stitches, and so do Jamie and I. He is such a sweet boy and my very favorite walking/rollerblading partner!

As for me, I'm staying busy w/the kids, the house, volunteering and managing our investment properties. I always enjoy a nice, long (childless PLEASE) walk w/the dog when I can and a quick rollerblade through the neighborhood (yes, w/the dog on his leash) is even better! I am starting to think about what I want to be when I grow up (that would be when Cassie starts kindy in 2012) and am torn between politics and a nursing career...fortunately I've got a few more years to decide! In the meantime, I'm enjoying every sticky, laundry-filled, vacuuming/dusting/mopping/toilet scrubbing moment at home with her! Despite the hair-pulling moments, my family is worth every mountain of laundry, poor aim into the toilet and sticky handprint I encounter!

Happy Holidays from our mess to yours!

Sunday, November 8, 2009

We did recarpet and are having the hardwoods refinished this week. Not by choice, but b/c the screening that was done in Feb. didn't take and the urethane is peeling off. So the floors must be totally done. I'm trying not to be bitter and focusing on the positive (pretty floors)...but I'm not going to be happy until it is done.

Had another trip to the ER on Monday, Chase and Shermy bumped heads. Unfortunately it was tooth to eyebrow and Chase needed 8 stitches. He's fine now...it wasn't a bite, the ER doc concurred--it was just a really freak accident. I think we're a freak accident prone family.

Jamie spent the weekend at the farm hunting/fishing (too warm to hunt). Cass is getting her two year molars, so I had a rough night last night and am anxious for him to get home today. He's here!

Monday, September 14, 2009

Dylan came over after school today. I made Grandma Mary Ann's cake mix cookies for dessert (the kids had cheese quesadillas, I used steak and veggie leftovers from last night in my quesadilla). Despite having to use olive oil (no canola oil in the house), they turned out really well. Here's the recipe.

1 box of cake mix (I used triple chocolate fudge, but she usually uses lemon)
1 egg
1/2 c oil (I used 1/4 c oil and 1/4 c applesauce)
1/4 c water
1/4 c self-rising flour
(I added 1 bag of Ghiardelli dark chocolate chips)

Preheat oven to 375. Drop by rounded 1/2 teaspoonfuls on ungreased cookie sheet. Bake for 8-10 minutes on upper oven rack. Dust w/powdered sugar if desired.

I busted out the Halloween decorations tonight--no point in having them if we don't use them! My Dad made fun of me for decorating so early, but the kids LOVE it! Chase did all the clings on the front door this year, he was super excited to do that. And Cass is fascinated by all the jack o'lanterns. I need to get a few bats for her, she loves her bats!

I think we're recarpeting the first floor. Our family room is in dreadful shape and I found a great deal on some Mohawk frieze that should wear like iron. Exactly what I need with two young kids and 80+ lbs of dog...as this carpet has been the bane of my homemaking existence for about 5 1/2 years, I'm rather stoked at the prospect of seeing it go! I can live w/the stuff upstairs for a while longer...I'm debating about hard surface (laminate or hardwood) for our bedroom anyway. So much better for my allergies than carpet!

I got Cassie's 2 year pics done on Friday, they turned out fabulous! I'm absolutely thrilled with them. She posed like a little super model and had a ball doing it! It was a complete 180 from our last (hellish) photo shoot.

I'm off to snuggle w/the furball for a bit before sleepytime.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Slacker Mom

My apologies. I've been a total slacker on the blog lately. I'd say I'll try to do better, but I'm not going to lie, cycle break is right around the corner and I'm just not sure there are enough hours in the day...

We had a great Labor Day weekend! Saturday our family trip to Six Flags was rained out. We ended up at Mills. I did enough shopping that it cost about as much as an afternoon at Six Flags (you know I'd rather shop for the kids than ride rides anyway), then came home and went through the kids' closets. All of Cassie's 18 month stuff is out, but she can still wear her 24 month stuff from last year. Chase can also wear almost everything from last winter, so we rounded out his wardrobe w/a few new necessities today (new sneaks, pjs & khakis) and I hit Children's Place online to round out Cassie's fall wardrobe during nap today--life is good! Their closets are so organized and tidy--I LOVE IT! I love me an organized house!

Yesterday we headed to Jim's lake after church/council. Cass took a super short nap on the way down and we almost made it injury free until the end of the day when Chase tripped on the dock and got road rash/concrete burn on much of his body. Thanks to my judicious application of neosporin and gauze pads, plus an alternating dose of tylenol and jr motrin, he's feeling much better today! He had a blast w/his cousin Bennett (Ryan wasn't feeling well) fishing and jet skiing. Sherman is proving himself to be quite the outdoorsdoggie, he did not leave Chase's side when he was lakeside and did a fair amount of swimming w/the boys. He also got his first boat ride and LOVED IT! Cassie sat on the boat, but since I didn't have her life jacket with us, no ride for her. She can fish next time... I may have thrown Chase overboard for not listening...earning me the title of "MEANEST MOM IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!" Yeah, that's a title I wear with pride. Of course, he did admit on the ride home it was a lesson he won't soon forget! You'll have to ask Uncle Todd which was funnier--me throwing Chase overboard or Bennett doing a donut on the jet ski and throwing a fully clothed Uncle Kevin into the lake...

Today was an errand-running and relaxing day. We got some stuff done around the house (always the laundry), got some shopping done, got our exercise in (roller blading w/Sherman for me, driving range for Jamie) and had friends over for pizza for dinner. All in all, a great weekend. I wish I had pics from the lake trip, but I suck. Seriously. I need to unload the memory card on the camera. It's full.

Busy week ahead and I'm already a day short! AHHHHHHHHH...

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Milestones...

So yesterday Cassie held my hand and walked instead of riding in the cart at Target. She only tried to run off once (to the toothpaste aisle) and when I reminded her that if she ran, she rode, she stayed by me and demanded, "Mama! Han!" every time I dropped her hand to steer the cart. She drops the ending sounds of words which is very cute, but I hope short lived...

She's been such a big girl lately and so funny. Yesterday, upon smelling a stinky diaper I asked her if she'd pooped. She said, "No. Butt." and pointed to her butt. Apparently SHE didn't poop, her butt did. My sister is horrified that she says butt instead of bottom, but if you know me, you're probably pleasantly surprised that is the extent of "potty language" that she has picked up in this house...

Just when I was thinking that perhaps two isn't as awful as I thought, Dad and I went to Steak & Shake for lunch today. Cassie played musical chairs and boycotted her chicken strips and fries b/c she wanted M&Ms out of the vending machine. When she looked at my Dad and threw a fry on the floor, I picked her up, requested that he box the remains of our lunch and headed out to the car. An older couple next to us were giving me that look (you know, because their children NEVER threw food or misbehaved when they were young) and it was clearly time to go. I thought I had the last laugh, because there were no M&Ms for little girls who can't sit still and eat their lunch. When we got home, she requested her food. I put it on the table and headed to the bathroom. When I got out, she was finished eating and a single fry was on the floor. Cassie 1. Mom 0.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Hopping on the ol'Soapbox...

I get why people criticize others' parenting...I've certainly done enough of it in my day. Clearly everyone thinks their way is the right way or they wouldn't be doing it. And parenting is one of those things in which no ones does it exactly the same...so it is easy to pick up on differences and go on the attack. Plus, admit it, it feels good to "know" you're doing it better than someone else. Supernanny and Nanny 911 exist solely for that purpose--so that parents all over America can feel better about themselves and their parenting skills.

Real-life parenting isn't always pretty. I love my kids but I don't always like them. When Cassie is throwing a tantrum and hitting me, when Chase is ignoring me or shrieking about something or asking for another DS game or another Wii game--those are not the rosy Kodak moments I imagined during my six years of infertility hell. My mother felt the same way about me, particularly during my teen years. Parenting is hard. And it can be ugly. Uglier than that is unsolicited parenting advice from virtual strangers. Who appreciates that? WHO NEEDS IT? Parenting is hard enough w/o having your motives second-guessed and questioned! I think it may be one of those things where if you can't say something nice, don't say it at all!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Losing our Marbles

Last night Jamie's client bailed (probably had tickets to the All Star game) and Jamie came home to watch the game. Taking advantage of that...I stole outside on the deck to read a bit w/Shermy. When I came inside, chaos reigned. And Jamie informed me that he thought Cass swallowed a marble. I asked her where the marble was and she opened her mouth, pointed down her throat and said, "AHHHHHH!" Awesome.

I took her upstairs, bathed her, and was putting her to bed when Chase came upstairs. I sent him into the tub. I heard water running, but didn't think anything of it. Then Jamie came upstairs yelling at us. For two or three years I've been complaining about a water spot on the kitchen ceiling and for two or three years he's been ignoring me. Last night, the kitchen ceiling, coincidently (or not) the spot I've been complaining about, started dripping. Guess who isn't ignoring me anymore?

Apparently it was MY fault that Chase overflowed the tub. The kid is 7 1/2 years old and perfectly capable of bathing himself. I was reading to a todder, in said toddler's bedroom. Can I point out that Jamie only knew the kitchen ceiling was dripping b/c he was fixing himself an All Star snack before parking his butt back on the couch cushion it had been attached to ever since Obama threw out the first pitch?(And don't even get me started on what kind of idiot wears a WHITE SOX jacket to Busch Stadium? Seriously? He's dumber than I thought.) So yeah--last night was good times in the Tennyson household. After the kids were in bed, Sherman got a nice long walk so I could cool off.

In case you're wondering, the marble should "pass" in 1-2 weeks. Until then, I'm on poop patrol. I could "speed things up" by giving her mineral oil, but I'm just going to let nature take its course. The last thing I need is to give her diarrhea trying to get the marble out.

Chase starts 2nd grade tomorrow...not a moment too soon! Think I could send Cass along to be the class mascot?

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

The Nose Update

After 68 minutes of waiting for a 1:45pm appointment (that would be 45 minutes into naptime for those of you unfamiliar w/our family routine), during which a dude delivered a SUPOENA to the freaking doctor we were seeing, this ENT walks in the room, feels around on Cassie's nose and then turns to me and says, "Well, I think it's okay. I mean, you're her mother and you know what her nose should look like, what do you think?" Seriously. Well, in med school, I learned...oh wait, I didn't go to med school. YOU DID! Which is why I've screwed my daughter out of almost 90 minutes of her nap for you tell me what YOU think. What an ASSHAT (thanks for that word, Mikki). I guess it is too soon to tell if her nose is crooked or not b/c of the swelling. Which is what I tried to tell his staff when they scheduled the appointment today. But whatever. Now I know if her nose starts to look crooked as the swelling goes down to call my ENT (who I love) and either make the appt w/him or get a referral from him for a ped ENT. B/c Dr. Maack? Total. Asshat.

So that was my day. 8 days until Chase starts 2nd grade. Not that I'm counting or anything. Nope. Not me! ;P

Monday, July 6, 2009

And like that infamous Brady Bunch episode..."MY NOSE!"




Yes, those are adorable shots of my beautiful little girl smiling and eating a popsicle. And if you look closely you'll notice that her nasal bridge is bruised and swollen and that she's hamming it up and enjoying that popsicle in the ER, which is where we ended up last night after a lovely afternoon at Jim and Mary Ann's lake. I never dreamed that my first parental broken bone would be Cassie's broken nose at age 2. But that appears to be the case. The best part? Chase broke her nose! And if you ask her if her nose is broken, she'll say "Uh huh." And if you ask her WHO broke it, she'll say, "Bubba!"

However, it's not what it sounds like. At the lake, Cassie went and stood by the baby swing and asked to swing. I told her I'd swing her when I finished my dinner. Chase walked over and gave the swing a push, thinking she'd duck when it came at her. She's two. She didn't duck. It nailed her in the back of the head and she face planted on the concrete. Jamie picked her up (he saw the whole thing coming and tried to get to her to save her) and I immediately saw her nose and freaked out. We threw everything in the back of the van and headed home for a decent hospital. There was NO WAY we were going to the podunk hospital in Sullivan that missed his Grandma's stroke a few weeks ago w/my possible head-trauma daughter. Not happening.

So we headed up here to the nearby hospital w/a Children's branch in the ER. Jamie headed home w/Chase and Shermy and I stayed at the hospital w/Cass, who was in great spirits and climbing all over everything, much to the dismay of the staff. I finally set her up on a stool washing her hands in the sink, which she loved! She demanded to "EAT!" the minute the ped walked in the room--I wonder if that's because the ped looked more like a high school student than doctor...anyway, she was very nice, seemed to know her stuff and referred us to a specialist (we go Wednesday) b/c there isn't much they can do for broken noses.

In the meantime, I've nicknamed the kids Rocky Jr (Cass) and Muhammed Ali (Chase). And told Chase that just because I'm not mad and understand it was an accident doesn't mean I can't give him crap for breaking his sister's nose for the rest of our lives...;P

Monday, June 22, 2009

Political/News Rant

So this comes on the heels of an email war between Dad and Mikki over some columnist's complaint about bias in the MSM (mainstream media)...Mikki, just quit reading now b/c I'm about to dog your parent network, the All Barack Channel.

Usually I don't want network news, save for Fox News Channel. And honestly--I rarely watch that anymore b/c I find the current state of our country's leadership too depressing. I tend to get my news fix online these days! Today while I was getting dinner on the table, ABC Evening News w/Charlie Gibson was on. I like Charlie Gibson. I liked Peter Jennings, too. But what caught my attention this evening was a story about today's Supreme Court ruling that SPED students do not have to first attend public school before their area school district pays for their private school tuition. This merely enforces a federal law that requires public school districts to provide services for SPED students from ages 3-21. If the district can't provide the necessary services adequately, they pay someone who can. For example, my school district has a fabulous preschool program. SPED students attend at no cost. Students not on an IEP pay tuition. It's a GREAT program! Chase loved it and Cass will start next year. However, our neighboring districts don't offer preschool. Their pre-K SPED students recieve services at a private preschool with a similiar set up to my district's. What bothered me was the reporter's repetitive use of "taxpayer dollars" in describing the ruling. As if using taxpayer dollars to pay for SPED was a new, unfortunate thing. The ruling was 6 to 3--that's a pretty clear majority! But more importantly, taxpayer dollars have been funding SPED student tuition at private schools since the federal law madating services was enacted.

The story made it seeem as though parents were milking the taxpayers for a high-dollar education when in reality some private schools provide services to SPED students that public schools just can't provide, thereby providing a quality of education the public schools can't provide. This horror at "taxpayer dollars" funding private school education was downright laughable to me, well, it would have been if it hadn't pissed me off so much!

I guess it was a nice reminder why I hate the MSM...

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

We had a great time w/my sister this weekend! Chase and Hayden got along for once and I think he was rather helpful with the "babies." We introduced my sister's family to Papa Murphy's pizza on Friday night (she seriously ate half the cinnamon wheel by herself) and grilled Saturday night. The kids had a ball on the bounce house and in the backyard, it was better than going out! We let Jamie deal with the kids Saturday for a bit while we sat on the deck and chatted...surprisingly, he didn't make an appointment this week at the dr to get snipped, but I think I've almost got him convinced!

VBS kicked off Sunday. I'm leading Chase's group and he loves it! We're having a great time and God is doing great things in our little church. Chase is also attending VBS during the day at his BFFL Peter's church, so it's his double dose of Jesus week. He's loving it!

Jamie just pulled into the driveway, I'm going to throw dinner on the table.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

More shameless parental bragging...(at least I warned you)

So Jamie and I are officially parents of a second-grader. How did that happen? Today Chase got a great report card (which I won't bother to explain b/c I HATE the lack of letter grades the district gives the lower grades. HATE IT!) and we will greatly miss Mrs. Duemler. She was exactly who Chase needed this year and I will be forever grateful to her for her role in shaping him into the mature little man he's becoming.

For a type A, results-oriented person like myself, the day to day grind of SAH and raising a family is tough. You don't see results right away. My perfectionist, pessimistic tendencies tend to focus on what needs to be fixed...which means I often feel like I'm treading water (or worse, sinking on bad days). There is no place I'd rather be than home with the kids, but it isn't always a walk in the park. Cassie hitting the terrible twos with a vengance has further shaken my confidence. My EASY baby isn't easy right now!

And yet, the last few weeks, I'm also getting this incredible feedback about Chase: "he's a joy to have in class," he got a citizenship award from the recess paras today b/c he's "always so well behaved and good at recess." They're not my awards or accomplishments, they're his. And yet I can't help but think, "Thank God! I'm doing something right here!" I am so proud of my little man, truly he is the best of his father and his mother and I am so grateful for that.

Time to clean, my sister is bringing the kids for the weekend tomorrow...I'm hoping the visit will be exactly what I need to convince Jamie he needs to get fixed.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

I'm fighting a losing battle w/a migraine today. The excedrin migraine I took when I realized the flashing lights I saw were, in fact, in my head and not a malfunction of my light fixtures, has dulled it to a low roar, but not quelled the nausea. So I feel slightly vomity and achey. I did walk Shermy down to his BFF Diesel's house, which means I got 20 minute walk in and I rearranged the basement (again) this morning, so I'm not going to feel guilty about the basket of clean laundry that will NOT get put away this afternoon while Cass naps. I've got my hands full trying to keep my lunch down.

In light of that...I'm just going to post something I read on FB this morning for your viewing pleasure.

Letter from a White Collar Auto Worker
I sat quietly for 8 years and listened to my liberal friends criticize the president I voted for. Even though I thought he did a great job and still do. I felt everyone is entitled to their own opinion even if I disagree with it. Now that we have a president I didn't vote for, I felt I was also entitled to criticize. But I have since learned many of you don't think I have that right.

I thought the war in Iraq was justified, you didn't.

I thought water boarding was an effective interrogation technique, you didn't

I thought we should drill for oil in ANWR, you didn't.

I could go on and on but you get the idea. Since I have no experience in these areas maybe you are right and I am wrong. I don't think so, but I am willing to concede that point.

I do however feel I am qualified to discuss the automobile business after 35 years of working in this industry.

Today 789 Chrysler, Dodge and Jeep dealers across the country just went out of business. At an average of 50 employees at each store that is almost 40,000 people now without jobs. In most smaller towns they are one of the larger employers so it will also affect the other local businesses as well. GM is due to announce their list tomorrow which will bring the ranks of the unemployed dealer personnel up to about 150,000. These dealers are heavily involved in community activities, contribute to charities and pay taxes. So this loss will affect everyone even if you aren't in the automobile business.

Why is this happening? It is because of our current admistration's complete lack of understanding of what it takes to run a car company or any other company as far as that goes. You have all heard the comments he has made in the press.

"They are not building the small fuel efficient cars the public want".

Contrary to what some people may think the overwhelming majority of the buying public wants large SUV's, Pickup trucks and large comfortable cars. That is why we along with Toyota, Honda, Nissan, Porsche and many others were building them. The production cost of a small econobox is very nearly the same as the cost to produce large SUV but the profit potential is much larger on the SUV. Remember the car company exists to make a profit. The only time small car sales ever increase is when there is an unexpected rise in the price of fuel which we can't control.

"Detroit needs to build more Hybrid and Electric cars"

With today's technology it cost almost ten times as much to build a hybrid or electric car than its gasoline powered counterpart. Every Hybrid sold by us or the imports is sold at a substantial loss.

"Detroit needs to improve their quality in order to sell cars"

The quality of American made cars has improved drastically over the past few years. This year our warranty cost per vehicle has dropped 28% from just last year. In the past five years we have dropped this cost over 50%. What we have not corrected is the perceived quality difference. As an example Chrysler builds the Mitsubishi Raider pickup and the new Volkswagen Routan Mini-van. The only difference between these and the ones our dealers sell is cosmetic exterior trim. Otherwise they are exactly the same and come off the same assembly line. But because they are sold under an "Import" brand they are somehow better.

"We aren't making any real progress on fuel economy. The Model T got 20 MPG."

If you applied today’s government regulations for emissions and safety to a Model T it would probably get about 3 MPG and have a serious lack of performance. Every time some environmentalist decides our emission levels need to improve it adds cost to the vehicle, the needed components add weight to the car which effects fuel economy and adds complexity to the vehicle which makes it more difficult to diagnose and repair. Safety features also add complexity and weight with similar effects. Am I against safety and emission improvements? Of course not. But the cost has to be weighed against the gain.

"They need to get their production cost in line with the imports"

Imports definitely have a cost advantage when it comes to labor costs. As China, India and Korea begin to increase their production expect to see an even more drastic labor cost discrepancy. It is difficult to compete with a Chinese worker making pennies a day. We have also been compared to the transplant manufactures who also have a lower labor cost. This is for two reasons. One, they have a younger work force. They have no retiree benefits to pay. With a younger work force their health care costs are substantially less.
Number two they are all located in right to work states with no union to contend with. The UAW whose members were instrumental in electing Mr. Obama to office have caused wages to increase to unreasonable levels. These are unskilled typically uneducated workers drawing wages approaching that of many lawyers and doctors. They have currently accepted wage concessions but in five or ten years if the domestic auto industry recovers they will threaten a strike and we will be back to a noncompetive wage level once again.

"The government will back your warranty if you purchase a new car from Chrysler or GM from this day forward"

This has to be the most idiotic statement I have ever heard a government official make. If the auto company goes bankrupt where are you going to get parts to repair their cars? If the auto company goes under the dealers will cease to exist, so who will make the repairs? Do I just take it to my local congressman for repair? Independent repair shops are not in the least bit qualified to work on today’s complex vehicles. A Toyota tech is no more qualified to work on a Chrysler than a Chrysler tech is to work on a Toyota. Thanks to government regulations today’s cars are using much more sophisticated computer technology that the typical space shuttle mission. No one want to buy a car from a bankrupt car company as proven by our drastic drop in sales after we were forced to file chapter 11. The Obama administration forced the bankruptcy filing so I blame him directly for our drop in sales.

I could go on and on with this but one thing disturbs me about our left leaning media. No one has talked about why car sales are down. Very little is mentioned about it not only being the domestic car companies with dropping sales. The imports are also losing money at a record pace. If we do not survive bankruptcy some of them may also fail. Why, because we use many of the same suppliers. The company that makes our seat covers or wheels also makes them for Ford GM Toyota Honda and others. Without our business they will fail. If the wheel manufacturer fails Toyota won't have wheels for its US plants. Hard to sell a car without wheels.

The primary reason for low car sales is the failures in the banking industry. Currently if you have less than a perfect credit score or are able to pay cash you can't get a loan to buy a car. That means very few people have the ability to buy a new car domestic or import.

When Wall Street needed a bail out this administration handed over hundreds of billions of dollars no questions asked. Very little accountability was established. When the automakers asked for a small percentage of that amount just to survive until the economy recovered they were treated worse than criminals. The CEO's were lamblasted for taking corporate jets to Washington. Anyone who has ever dealt with an irate and unstable car owner as I have knows this was done for security reasons. The same reason Obama doesn't fly commercial airlines. Our corporate rules forbid executives at that level from flying commercial. Even the lower level executives that are allowed to fly commercially aren't allowed to have two VP's or Business Center Managers flying on the same airplane just in case it went down. The criticized the CEO's for their salaries. Why is it OK for a movie star or professional athlete that contributes nothing more to society than a little entertainment to draw multi-million dollar wages but not for a CEO of a multibillion dollar company to do the same? Did you notice all three CEO's returned to Washington in cars? They still aren't allowed to fly commercial.

When GM and Chrysler returned to Washington with a workable solution that included building more money losing hybrid and electric vehicles it wasn't good enough. Mr. Obama decided to flex his muscles. This is a man who along with his entire staff has never ran a company big or small that now thinks he knows what is best for GM and Chrysler. He forced the head of GM who had 30 years experience in this business to step down and Chrysler to file for bankruptcy. Both of these decisions are moronic.

I started in this business in 1975 with the idea that if I worked hard and did a good job I would be rewarded with a pension and healthcare upon retirement. Now both of those are in jeopardy because of our current president. This administration is spending money like drunken sailors in a whore house. Our grandchildren will still be paying on this debt until they are old and grey like me.

I hope and pray that the American voters will wake up and put a stop to this nonsense, even though it may already be too late.

If you want to disagree with me on this that is your right. If you want to discuss it further that's OK too. If you want to just delete it without reading it, shame on you. But do not dare tell me I do not have the right to this opinion!

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Warning--I'm totally bragging about my perfect kids here

Lots going on in the Tennyson household these days. Chase went into the gifted program at his school last week. His school "clusters" the gifted kids and the cluster was in Chase's class this year, so many of his friends are already in the program. He was so excited to join them! Jamie and I have enough perspective, I think, to realize this doesn't mean he's going to cure cancer after a free ride to Harvard or something ridiculous like that...but we're grateful he has something to further develop his special talents and abilities. I don't feel like I can say we're proud of him b/c he didn't do anything special--it's just how God made him, KWIM? But he's over the moon about it and we're thrilled for him!

We are SO proud of him for getting the Presidential Fitness Award at school this week though! I heard he's only one of seven first graders (out of over 120) to get this award--he had to do something like 36 crunches in a minute, a bunch of push ups, run a 9 minute mile...I remember doing the test in school every year (and hating every second of it) and it was HARD! So when he brought the badge and certificate home I was like, "Chase! You're an ATHELETE! My baby's a jock!"

Of course Jamie is trying to take ALL the credit for the whole gifted athlete thing (and I quote, "Christi, I WAS a scholar athlete in college")...blah, blah DNA. Let's see, he works 90 hours a week while I'm home w/the kids--um, yeah. Who's the smart one? Landscaping under the deck completely kicked his ass this afternoon. I landscaped out front last month w/o missing a beat and shoveled my share of the ton of rocks under the deck today and was doing tricep dips and walking instead of sacked out afterwards. So yeah...I don't think he gets to claim ALL the genetic credit for our little athlete. Seriously though, since I'm obviously a late bloomer on the whole fitness thing--I was so proud of Chase for that award. If only he'd gotten one when Bush's siggy was on it instead of Obama's...SIGH. It's like the damn thing is mocking me on my fridge.

Cassie is talking up a storm, but no one understands her but me. Apparently every word sounds the same. She's learning letters which completely freaks me out--I just don't know what is developmentally appropriate at this point b/c of Chase's speech delay and wide range of normal for this age. I'm sure she's age-appropriate, but I know Jamie is looking forward to the day he doesn't need a translator (that would be me, and to a lesser extend, Chase) to talk to his daughter. Whatev. She is so stinking cute. I know I said I was going to keep her hair in a bob as long as I had to do it but her hair is so long and thick and so freaking adorable in pigtails. So I'm growing it out and trimming the bangs myself. With safety scissors. Just in case. She is obsessed with singing and dancing right now. She loves to dance. We've got another year until we can do dance class for her, so I signed her up for The Little Gym. We start next week and I'm really looking forward to that.

Both kids have been loving the pool on the rare days that it hasn't rained this week! Chasing Cass has been a little easier this year, she isn't quite as fearless as Chase was and seems to get that she can't just take off after him into the deep. I'm debating about signing them up for joint private lessons this summer...Chase needs to work on proper swimming (as opposed to his dog paddle), but I'm not sure Cass is really old enough. I'll talk to the lifeguards about it when school is out and we're there every day!

I'm still on the pred and claviwhatever. It sucks but I know this too shall pass. I'm trying to take advantage of the manic pred behavior. Seriously, I've never been this caught up on laundry and household chores before--I'm like Martha Stewart on Ritalin. And that bitchy. Not a good thing.

Off to bed. I'm subbing for Sunday School tomorrow at church, we've got a youth group outing to the Butterfly House after service, then we've got Cub Scout graduation...it's going to be a crazy busy day! I'm hoping Cass enjoys her first visit to the Butterfly House...I've kind of made them her thing since my mom loved them so much.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Slacker

That's me. I apologize. I've been in sinus infection hell. I finally broke down and went to an ENT on Monday. I'm on prednisone and clavi-something for three weeks, then I have a CT scan and allergy testing a week after that. Thank God I talked Jamie into the low deductible health plan this year b/c this is going to be expensive... On the bright side, I feel like myself again for the first time in a long time. The house is clean, the laundry is caught up, and I've even got a bit of time for a quick blog! We've been functioning in "survival mode" for far too long around here.

I can't believe in a few short weeks, Chase will be a second grader! He's doing GREAT in school and loves to read. As much as he looks like Jamie, he is so like his mother in temperment. Scary!

The princess is rapidly approaching "the terrible twos" and has this lovely new quirk in which she throws herself face-first, spread eagle on the floor when angry. She doesn't cry or scream, just flings herself rather dramatically onto the floor. Honestly? I'm okay with it. At least she's not screaming...

Shermy has mellowed into the calmest, most lovable thing. Even my Dad (who was not a fan of us having a dog that outweighed both kids put together) has come around, he brings him tennis balls now when he comes over!

Life is good.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

reinforcements

You haven't lived until you've coughed so hard you puked. IDK what this is, but I'm no longer amused by the swine flu jokes coming my way. Jamie just called me from LaGuardia and I don't know that I've EVER looked forward to having him home so much! The laundry may get finished, the dog may get walked, and I'm definitely going straight to bed. I feel YUCKY.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

I am so tired, but thought I'd do a quick post.

Chase was on the wrong side of the deck tonight and the rail he was holding onto gave away. Since he was absolutely hysterical, we headed to urgent care. He has a cut on his hand. That's it. He fell a good 6-8 feet and essentially has a scratch to show for it. I am convinced that someone was watching out for him from above tonight (thanks, MOM)! I'm beyond annoyed that he was on the wrong side of the deck, as I pointed out to him, the rail is there to keep us from falling off. But I know he's just being a little boy. And given that his then-four year old Mother decided to see what would happened if I rolled off my parents' deck...clearly I can't be TOO angry. Oh, and I landed on a concrete rock barrier (right between the eyes) and ended up with two shiners for Easter. True story. Given Mom's penchant for white gloves on Easter Sunday...boxing gloves would have looked a little better on me that year!

Cass has a horrific cold--she's a snot factory and her cough is just painful to listen to. She's pretty miserable, although she was thrilled to see Mama tonight and loved the red carnations I brought home with me from Alumni Weekend. Loved them! Sherman did eat one though...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to SHERMY! My baby is one! Dad sang happy birthday to him while Chase and I were at Urgent Care. Yes, he did watch Cass tonight while Chase and I went to Urgent Care. Best. Dad. Ever. And mad props to Grandma Mary Ann (Best. Mother-In-Law. Ever) for babysitting this weekend while I was in Ful-ton-of-fun. I had a great time and my girls (as always) made me SO proud. Mikki and I had such a ball together at the school stuff and Hayden was such an angel at brunch on Saturday. My kids would NEVER sit still that long! Although Mikki--next you can't miss the wine tasting! Waaaaaaay better than Hannah Montana.

Bedtime.

Monday, April 13, 2009


So Jamie just yelled at Shermy for swiping napkins from the table. I think Sherm farted in retribution. YUCK. Now we're all suffering, thanks Jamie. After two children, I shouldn't be amazed that something so cute can smell SO bad...but I am.

Easter was busy, busy. Jamie dropped the camcorder Saturday night trying to charge it (of course, it broke). Thankfully, Grandpa Bill always buys extended warranties. And since it was coming to our house, he got the drop/smash/water damage coverage. My Dad really is the smartest guy I know (sorry honey). Of course, an hour after Jamie broke the camcorder, I dropped the egg casserole I made for Easter Brunch at church. Jamie thought I should scoop it up and put it back in the pan, but I was afraid someone would wind up with a Sherman hair in their eggs (not to mention that I'll do the 30 second rule at my own house, but I don't expect anyone else to--that's GROSS). So I remade the whole thing. Good times.

The kids loved their Easter baskets (Bakugan balls and candy for Chase, a talky Elmo & shape puzzle for Cass) and made out like bandits at the church egg hunt. Then we headed to Cuba. The kids had a great time w/their cousins. My niece Sarah walked up to me and said, "It's Aunt Christi!" and then gave me a huge hug. She's at such a fun age right now--she was three last week. Ryan will be seven Sunday and Bennett was eight in February--so the boys played volleyball with their dads outside while the girls napped after lunch.

We headed to Linda's around 4pm. Sherman was with us and went right into Linda's like he owned the place. He behaved beautifully yesterday (and no one was bribing him w/candy) until Jamie's grandma Gladys came in. Sherman completely freaked out. He took off running and cowered--I've never seen anything like it. He wasn't afraid of Aunt Ruth and Great Grandma Esther at Christmas, so it's not like it's an old person thing...Jamie and I can't figure it out, but we figure something is up w/Gladys that Shermy picked up on!

We didn't get home until almost 10pm, it was a long day. About halfway home, Chase announced that he was hot and had taken off his clothes. Jamie and I turned around and discovered him naked as a jaybird, still strapped in his booster. Now--I'm always cold (I had the car thermostat on 75 & the heated seat and was happy), but if he'd said something about being hot, I'd have adjusted the rear temperature! I made him put his underwear on in case there was a wreck. He ended up falling asleep in his unders and boy was it unpleasant for him when Jamie lifted him out of the car into the 49 degree weather...my kids are nuts.

Cass has figured out how to climb onto the kitchen counters when she wants a drink and how to get the "childproof" outlet covers off the outlets. Oh, and last week she figured out how to open a child-resistant cap on infant's motrin. Seriously--she is Chase w/long hair and no penis. At least I know what I'm in for...

Thursday, April 9, 2009

I chose to be happy

I was finishing up a GREAT book last night (Live Younger Next Year) and reminded that people who chose to be happy are happier than those who don't. They also live longer. I'm a glass half empty kind of gal, so I really have to work at CHOOSING to be happy. This afternoon, as is our routine, I rocked Cassie to sleep. One of my favorite parts of motherhood is rocking wee ones to sleep. So much so that I do as long as they will let me (and that's probably too long). But I love the quiet contentment of the rocking chair with a peaceful, sleeping babe in my arms. I cherish those moments.

Downstairs, the floors were a mess, there was so much dirty laundry to be washed and clean laundry to be put away that I couldn't even see the dirty laundry room floor, there were dishes to do, food to eat (yes, I frequently forget to feed myself)...the to do list was a mile long. And as I looked at Cassie napping in my arms, I knew I had a choice to make. I could resent the chores: the laundry, the dirty floors, the dishes...or I could choose to be grateful. I chose to be grateful. Grateful that my family has an abundance of clothing to wear (and consequently dirty), an abundance of food to eat, that I have the love of two small kids and a furry dog monster (who may dirty the floor, but their love is totally worth the dirty floor).

My final load of laundry is in the dryer. The floors are cleaned, the dog is napping, Chase is home from school and playing quietly in his room. And I'm happy and content. Life is good.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

An enjoyable cycle break...

I've figured out the secret to enjoyable cycle breaks...that would be near constant playdates. Chase is having his first sleepover tonight, his buddy Peter is spending the night. They're downstairs in full Jedi regalia playing on the bounce house. I don't think Cassie is very happy about her brother's good time, she's fussing right now, I'm guessing b/c the noise in the basement travels up to her room...I should probably encourage bedtime soon, eh?

I'm watching ER--it's having a GREAT last season! Grey's Anatomy was also quite good tonight...I'm all about the Thursday night hospital dramas.

I should blog politics (God knows I've got plenty of fodder right now), but I'm too tired and a bit brain dead. Maybe tomorrow night...

Monday, March 9, 2009

Sorry Mom

So I had Parent Teacher Conferences for Chase last week. Jamie isn't allowed to go with me ever since he told Chase's preschool teacher, "Yeah, but you say this kind of stuff to all the parents, don't you?" And when she said, "Uh, no!" He said, "Really? Like what kind of bad stuff do you have to tell them???" Yeah. Banned from Parent Teacher Conferences for embarrassing the wife.

So despite the fact that I spent the entire last decade of my mom's life apologizing for my teen years, I'm throwing yet another apology up to whatever cloud she's resting (and laughing her ass off) on. Because now I'm the parent with the smart kid who isn't paying attention in class. And how do you punish a kid w/good grades, who is paying just enough attention to know what's going on, but not really working? How do you punish that? So frustrating.

Interestingly, we were at the ped for his well child check this morning (he's 4 ft tall and 49.5lbs, the little string bean) and I mentioned it to my ped. She mentioned a study (she's really into studies) that showed 20 minutes of video games can affect school performance the next day. Fortunately he heard our discussion, so his Nintendo DS is now limited to Fridays, Saturdays, and holidays! I shot his teacher a quick email asking if she's noticed an increase in inattention since Christmas (which is when he got the DS), I'm betting she has...and I'd love to blame the DS!

We're having a pretty good cycle break so far, probably b/c he didn't get any shots today and won't get any more shots until his 11 year old well child check! That news made his day. We're heading to the Magic House next week, I've invited our neighbor Jessi for an extra set of hands to help w/Cassie. We're planning a visit w/Dad to my sister's later this week...keeping him busy keeps me sane during break!

Monday, March 2, 2009

So I had a great weekend in Rockford w/Lara and Diana. Chick flicks, shopping, prickly pear margaritas, fruitinis (pear, mango, cherry & lifesaver), cosmos, prosecco, fabulous food (frog legs & small plates), and chocolate! Girl's Weekends Rule. I came home to shiny floors (YEAH) and two kids who were very happy to see me! Especially since I'd visited the Lego store in Schaumberg. I did NOT go to Ikea. It was so stinking cold, I really didn't want to get out of Lara's car again. Good thing since the market is tanking again today. See my previous post. Obama spoke, the market is down over 200 points. Sometimes I hate when I'm right!

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Jamie's Conspiracy Theory and other fun thoughts on the current economic crisis and why Obama isn't helping...

Last night at McDonald's (we were killing time before our Ash Wednesday Service), Jamie and I ran into a friend who wanted to talk stocks w/Jamie. Well, he really wanted Jamie to tell him that his broker is an idiot and that BOA stock is a good buy right now, but Jamie wouldn't tell him that! Jamie instead said that he is now of the opinion that President Obama and the Dems in Congress are deliberately manipulating the market in a downward spiral in order to create economic panic and thereby make their social programs (nationalized health care, for example) and big government appealing to the masses. After all, the last time the country was in a depression was when era of big government got started under the New Deal.

I have a hard time disagreeing with Jamie here. Every single time the President speaks, the market tanks. If I were President and the market tanked every time I opened my mouth, I'd shut the hell up. Our President either (1) doesn't see that glaringly obvious correlation, or (2) he doesn't care. He seems to be a smart enough man, so my money is on #2. Common sense dictates that if the man cared about my 401K becoming a 201K, he'd stop making the market go down.

My dad called today in a kerfluffle because of some tax that is going to increase energy prices. Since the energy costs will be passed on to the consumer, the government is going to give up to $800 a year to poor families to cover that increased cost. Now, I'm all about charitable giving when people decide to give. I'm a sucker for charitable giving (Jamie would wholeheartedly agree with that, I ususally only own up to it at tax time when I have to give him my reciepts for the year and endure a harsh lecture about how much more we could give in the future if I'd stop spending it all now). What I do not like is when the government decides to take away my choices re: charitable giving by increasing my taxes to increase their spending on wasteful government programs. Moreover, Obama's current economic plans penalize success and take away incentives to do well. Why should I earn more than 249K a year when the government is going to take an ever increasing chunk of that income to support other Americans? The private sector is more effective than government. Capitalism works. It isn't perfect, but it generally rewards hard work, grit and determination. Look at the United States in the 80s under Reagan. Compare that with the Soviet Union. The US (a capitalist society) thrived. The USSR (a socialist state) collapsed. Even FDR's treasury secretary conceded that the New Deal was an enormous failure. Yet we have a democratic Congress and President currently pushing through a budget with a record deficit in the TRILLIONS to support more big government/socialist programs.

I think Congress and the President need a history lesson. And I think the country needs a new Ronald Reagan.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Random Stuff

So the economy sucks. Jamie still has a job, of course, but every so often will look at me, sigh and say, "We're in the worst economy since the Great Depression. Could you watch your spending?" I haven't had a pedicure since Christmas, and I don't remember exactly why, but I really deserved that last one. However, since we're in a recession, I'm saving my pedi money for doggy day care. I'm all about priorities.

Lest you think I'm as awful Paris Hilton as that sounds (I do re-read what I write), my major shopping vices are Target and Dierbergs. With Costco thrown in every other month or so. It is not like I'm dropping a wad at Saks frequently. Or really, ever. I'm buying groceries and Glade plug ins/detergent.

We are getting the hardwood floors screened this week. My neighbors' hardwoods look so much nicer than mine. Probably because the Clampetts didn't reside in their homes before they bought them (I'm sure the previous owners were very nice people, but good housekeepers? Not so much). Seriously, the hardwoods weren't so hot when we moved in. Five years later, they look like crap because they desperately need another coat of urethane. So I got a referral from a friend w/beautiful hardwoods and got a quote from her company. Then I got a second quote (b/c that's what responsible people do) from the company the refinished the church's hardwood floors. Unfortunately due to the fact that I used Orange Glo cleaner on my floors (I'm pretty sure Satan himself makes that stuff--ditto Murphy's Oil Soap, do NOT use that crap on your floors) they wouldn't screen the floors, they wanted to refinish him. Which costs three times as much and takes three times as long. Um, yeah--not so much when the Dow sinks lower every day and Jamie is sending me emails w/YouTube clips about some housewife buying a month of groceries for her family of four on $50. Seriously. He sent me that in an email. I didn't watch it. Like I have time for obsessive coupon clipping with my Facebook addiction. We're in a recession and I shopped at Aldi tonight ($.35 Mac and Cheese AND wine, I really like that place). I love Chase's age b/c he was fascinated by the pay-carts and off brands. Hey Mom, I found some Lucky Charms that aren't, can we get them? It was like a big fun adventure. Until Cass sneezed green snot and lost her paci...then, not such an adventure. And even though Chase was totally pissed that he didn't get to see the pay-cart in action, thank you Aldi shopper lady who gave me a quarter and saved me from taking my cranky toddler BACK to return my cart hell.

I need to think about something happy. Shermy's BFF was over TWICE today. He's been sacked out since Diesel left around 6pm. I haven't been walking him since Cass and I have both been feeling craptastic, hopefully tomorrow it will be decent walking weather after her nap b/c I'm feeling like a slug. But exercise is completely unappealing when you can't breathe...

I'm off to finish my bible study for Wednesday. I'm the geek who reads ahead. Why wasn't I like that in school when I was getting grades? Maybe I will finish my Masters just for fun...

Friday, February 20, 2009

Febrile Seizure

My sister's latest blog talks about Bomber's ruptured eardrums. She got a phone call today from me saying, "If motherhood were a poker game, I'd take your two ruptured eardrums and raise you a febrile seizure." Yes, it's a warped sense of humor, but like my mom's friend Pat used to say, "Laughing about it is better than crying about it."

So yes, Cassie had a febrile seizure this afternoon. It was absolutely horrifying and scary but I held it together because that's what you do when you're a mom. the ped gave me "Mom of the Year" b/c I was so calm. I was freaking out on the inside, but totally freaking out and melting down was not going to help Cassie. There is a 60-70% chance it won't happen again, and a 99.5% chance that she won't have any seizure issues as an adult. I'm good with those odds, and will prep all future caregivers what to do if another one happens, just in case. Just in case you ever wondered: in the event of a seizure, turn the person on their side (to prevent choking) and try to keep them from hurting themselves (protect their head from the floor). If it happens again--there will be testing. But hopefully we won't have to go there.

She's on antibiotics--the ped suspects either a sinus infection or the start of pneumonia. Knowing how sick Chase was with pneumonia in '07, my money is on a sinus infection or influenza, but she's the dr and I trust her.

I would have gone to the bar once Cass went to bed (Mama deserves a martini), but Jamie brought me an ice cream cone after Chase's batting practice. Ice cream is just as good as a martini and my clothes don't smell like bar. Mad props as usual to my Dad who was here to meet Chase when he got off the bus so I could rush Cass to the ped (he was coming anyway, but after the seizure, I rushed out of here so fast that she didn't even have shoes on). My dad is a lifesaver.

Any prayers you could send Cassie's way for quick healing are much appreciated. Ditto Brady (because I've heard ruptured eardrums are comparable to natural childbirth in terms of pain and my tasteless poker joke is in no way attempting to minimize the abject misery of that) and Brewer (ear infection, too and he's only 5 mths old) and Hayden (clearly when one of my sister's kids are sick, they're all sick). Apparently my sister and I passed on our puny genes...

Friday, February 13, 2009

So it IS possible to have a lower approval rating than Bush when he left office and NOT be a member of Congress...

If your name is Timothy Geithner, your approval rating is around 17% right now. So much for HOPE and CHANGE. I'm hoping for a change in 2012 (and hoping the country survives until then). Despite better than expected retail sales news for the month of January, the market tanked again today, only to recover when Obama talked about giving my tax dollars to people who can't afford their house payments. Awesome! Really, what were we thinking five years ago when we bought a house we could afford anyway. Silly us and our financial responsibility. We should have doubled our square footage (and mortgage) and bought a house we couldn't afford and let the government bail us out. Because apparently our "living, breathing Constitution" not only provides for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness but also houses we can't afford and (God help us) socialized medicine for all. Yay! Seriously, when did documents become living things anyway? I must have slept through that whole paper breathing thing in biology class...

I've got more, but I need to go to bed, lest I prove my Dad's snarky comment of "you're on the Internet 20 hours a day and only sleep like five hours a night to feed your addiction" true. How does he know that, anyway?

Friday, January 30, 2009

I just can't keep my mouth shut...

which shouldn't surprise any of you!

I've been reading a bit about the California mother of six who recently became a mother of 14 after giving birth to octuplets. We spent three years trying to conceive Cassie. Six months of Clomid courtesy of Dr. B. When that didn't work (hey--it was how we got Chase), she sent us to Dr. P for "ovarian hyperstimulation." We started on clomid, a slightly higher dosage than Dr. B's. I did another six or eight months on clomid (not consecutive because there were months I had to take off for testing and other things) and then I had a laparoscopy. Endometriosis was discovered and removed. I did three more months of clomid and still no pregnancy. So we moved on to the big guns--I started injectible meds and intrauterine insemination. I did six months of injectibles and had three IUIs. Cass was conceived on our third (and final) round of IUI. Praise God! If the IUI hadn't worked, we'd have taken two months off and started IVF in January 2007. Three of my injectible cycles were cancelled because I developed too many follicles (more than four) and my risk of multiples was too high. Since I said from the get go that selective reduction was NOT an option for us, conceiving higher order multiples was also NOT an option from my dr's perspective. During each of my three IUI cycles, I had four eggs release and approximately 180 million sperm deposited. 12 eggs + 540 million sperm = 1 Cassie. Really, how many people can say that? The bright side of infertility.

I had more vaginal ultrasounds and blood draws than I can count. Not to mention injecting myself w/pergonal. On good days I felt like a pincushion and on bad days--a science project gone bad. I would do it all over again in a heartbeat, without a second thought, for our Cassie. But I'd never do it again. Jamie and I love our kids and if God surprises us with a third, we'd be over the moon. But I can't imagine subjecting myself and my body to the hell that is fertility treatment again when I've been blessed with two beautiful, healthy, and perfect children. That just seems so greedy, selfish and wrong to me.

My doctor cancelled all cycles (clomid & injectible) if there were more than 4 follicles large enough to release. Did I ever resent his conservatism? You bet. I wanted a baby more than anything and I knew my chances of conceiving were higher w/a truckload of eggs shooting out. But we never tried "the fun way" during those cycles. Maybe it's because I'm a twin, or because I know my limitations as a mother, or because I'm vain and know my belly would never recover, but multiples scared the bejeezus out of me. I'll never forget freaking out on the phone during one injectible cycle to my mom and having her say to me, "Christi, if I could handle it, you could too." Thankfully, God blessed us with the singleton pregnancy I wanted! But the thought of multiples was on my mind with every needle stick and probe I endured.

Given the time I put in at the RE's office (that would be Reproductive Endocrinologist for those of you lucky enough to get pregnant w/o help), I think I'm qualified to say that California mother is crazy. And if she isn't certifiable now, she will be in a few years. Do you WATCH Jon and Kate plus 8? Because her life just became that plus 6 minus the husband part of the equation. Even more than that, there is a team of medical professionals who violated simple common sense and every single medical guideline for reproductive endocrinology with this pregnancy. More than the mother's lack of common sense (which bothers me a lot--because really, if you're bankrupt, you probably shouldn't be pursing fertility treatment to expand your brood of six), I'm bothered by the medical professionals who encouraged this. The whole situation is just really very sad and wrong to me.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

The Good, The Bad, the Ugly

Good news first: At 10:05 tomorrow evening, Chase will be seven years old. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN? I remember I stopped pushing (TMI?) just to see the lead story on KSDK's 10pm news--would it be Trent Green or Kurt Warner starting in the Super Bowl for the Rams? Chase came home with a Super Bowl onesie from St. John's, the Rams lost that Super Bowl and well into the throes of breastfeeding hell, postpartum depression, and new motherhood, I really didn't care. Seven amazing years later, Kurt Warner is starting in another Super Bowl for the Arizona Cardinals, and we're rooting for him again! And Chase has been a greater source of joy (and frustration sometimes) that we could have ever imagined. So a very Happy Birthday to our big boy!

The kind of good: my pinched nerve is improved to the point where I no longer need pharmaceuticals to function, although I'm long overdue for another chiropractic adjustment (hopefully tomorrow).

The bad: We missed my nephew Brady's bday party last Saturday because Chase woke up with pinkeye. And Sherman woke up w/an infected hot spot on his neck b/c Jamie forgot to take the e-collar off before he put him to bed. So countless loads of laundry and antibiotic eyedrops (Chase) and oral antibiotics & cream (Sherm) later, I think we're on the other side of this. Sherm's been w/o his e-collar or pinch collar the better part of the week and his behavior has been really very wonderful! I did use the e-collar when we went down to the common ground to sled yesterday, but didn't need to use it. He loves the snow more than the kids, I think! He is really maturing into a great dog and all that training is REALLY paying off!

The ugly: Approximately 54-56 weeks ago I blogged about my then-three-year-old dishwasher needing repairs nearly equal to the cost of the dishwasher. I'm sure you can find the post (there may be more than one) under January 2008. My now-four-year-old Maytag stopped working yesterday afternoon. I spoke to Maytag/Whirlpool, clarified what would be covered under the manufacturer's warranty, and decided that we should do our part to stimulate the economy and get my third dishwasher (fourth if you count the one I had to buy for the rental house last year--I don't) in five years. I had to replace a five year old Maytag a year after we moved into this house. I wanted to get a Kenmore, stupid Sears saleslady talked me into another Maytag. Yesterday I got a Kenmore Elite from the same salesguy who sold me the oven in October. I probably should have asked for a frequent shopper discount since he actually remembered me!

I could do a long, huge rant about Maytag but I did that a year ago. Suffice to say, the parts that Maytag replaced a year ago failed again. The original cost of the machine, plus the repair last year, plus this repair would = a top of the line dishwasher and probably part of my new stove as well. Or the front loading HE washer I covet. But shhhhh on that. We've now replaced every appliance we bought with this house (the microwave, range & two dishwashers have died, & the water heater is on its last legs) and the house is only nine years old! Of the appliances that we bought when we married, the 12 year old fridge and 12 year old washer are still kicking (both Kenmore). And they need to kick a little longer or Jamie is going to make me work at Sears for an appliance discount...

Bottom line? Whirlpool owns Maytag. My sister replaced her four year old Whirlpool dishwasher this month and I had to replace my four year old Maytag dishwasher. Maybe I had a lemon, but I'm not testing my luck with another Maytag/Whirlpool appliance again! They just don't make them like they used to.

All in all though, more good than bad. And my new dishwasher is being installed tomorrow. YAY that! A happy, happy day tomorrow will be!

Friday, January 23, 2009

Ouch

So I pinched a nerve in my neck sleeping funny Monday night. Getting old sucks. I may be a bit scarce until I'm feeling better...

Thursday, January 15, 2009

1. Do you like blue cheese? Not really. Feta, yes. But isn't blue cheese really just moldy cheese?
2. Have you ever smoked? Yes, but I didn't inhale. (Thank you, Bill Clinton for that line.)
3. Do you own a gun? Several. Along with a room full of antlers and an NRA membership.
4. What flavor Kool Aid was your favorite? I don't like Kool Aid.
5. Do you get nervous? I'm a little high strung.
6. What do you think of hot dogs? love them - nitrates and all.
7. Favorite Christmas movie? Christmas Vacation. And A Christmas Story (Chase calls it the Ralphie Story)
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Diet Coke or Diet Dr. Pepper
9. Can you do push ups? Yes I can.
10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? wedding ring
11.Where is #11?
12. Do you have ADD? No
13. What's one trait you hate about yourself? I'm a little snappy.
14. Middle name? Carolyn
15. Name 3 thoughts at this very moment: I wish my daughter would stop hanging on the fridge when she wants something, my dog is being ridiculously good (I hope he's not sick), I need to vacuum.
16. Name 3 drinks you drink regularly. Diet Coke. Diet Dr. Pepper. Chai
17. Current worry? I need to vacuum and put laundry away. Yeah. It's a rough life. I know.
18. Current hate right now. The cold weather. The entire family is wearing long underwear. Even Chase. Ugh.
19. Favorite place I would like to be. A beach. With 80 degree temps. And sand. And water. And adult beverages and nannys.
20. How did you bring in the New Year? At home playing on the 'puter. Jamie was packing for another hunting trip.
21. If you could be anyone who would it be? Ann Coulter
22. Name three people who will complete this. IDK
23. Do you own slippers? Yes but hardly wear them
24. What color shirt are you wearing? White
25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? No - flannel, baby!
26. Can you whistle? Yes
27. Favorite color M&M? I don't really like M&Ms. I'm kind of a chocolate snob.
28. Would you be a pirate? No--I'm not so into eye patches or parrots.
29. What songs do you sing in the shower? I don't usually. But if I do it's either from children's tv (like Elmo's Song) or a hymn.
30. Favorite girl's name: Cassie
31. Favorite boy's name: Chase
32. What's in your pocket right now? No pockets
33. Last thing that made you laugh? I laughed so hard I cried at my book last night (Bright Lights, Big Ass by Jen Lancaster--in case you're wondering)
34. Best bed sheets as a child? Cabbage Patch, maybe?
35. Worst injury you ever had? I gotta say post Cassie stitches. And even THAT wasn't so bad.
36. Do you love where you live? Yes, almost as much as I love little projects to make me love it more...
37. How many TVs do you have in your house? Six, but one is on the fritz.
38. Who is your loudest friend? Myself.
39. How many dogs do you have? 1, but 75lbs of puppy is MORE than enough, thankyouverymuch.
40. Does someone have a crush on you? Not to my knowledge
41. What is your favorite book? To Kill a Mockingbird, still
42. What is your favorite candy? bate, bate, Chocolate (props to you if you can name the children's cartoon in which that song is sung)
43. Favorite Sports Team? Dallas Cowboys!
44. What song do you want played at your funeral? I try not to think about my funeral. It's difficult for this self-absorbed control freak to imagine the world going on w/o her...I mean, NO ONE could do as great of a job w/the kids and house as me, right? Right?

Monday, January 5, 2009

Sound like me?

After having a discussion w/a friend about the Myers Briggs test, I took an online version and came out w/the result:

ENTJ. Of the four aspects of strategic analysis and definition it is marshaling or situational organizing role that reaches the highest development in the Fieldmarshal. As this kind of role is practiced some contingency organizing is necessary, so that the second suit of the Fieldmarshal's intellect is devising contingency plans. Structural and functional engineering, though practiced in some degree in the course of organizational operations, tend to be not nearly as well developed and are soon outstripped by the rapidly growing skills in organizing. But it must be said that any kind of strategic exercise tends to bring added strength to engineering as well as organizing skills.

Hardly more than two percent of the total population, Fieldmarshals are bound to lead others, and from an early age they can be observed taking command of groups. In some cases, they simply find themselves in charge of groups, and are mystified as to how this happened. But the reason is that they have a strong natural urge to give structure and direction wherever they are - to harness people in the field and to direct them to achieve distant goals. They resemble Supervisors in their tendency to establish plans for a task, enterprise, or organization, but Fieldmarshals search more for policy and goals than for regulations and procedures.

They cannot not build organizations, and cannot not push to implement their goals. When in charge of an organization, whether in the military, business, education, or government, Fieldmarshals more than any other type desire (and generally have the ability) to visualize where the organization is going, and they seem able to communicate that vision to others. Their organizational and coordinating skills tends to be highly developed, which means that they are likely to be good at systematizing, ordering priorities, generalizing, summarizing, at marshaling evidence, and at demonstrating their ideas. Their ability to organize, however, may be more highly developed than their ability to analyze, and the Fieldmarshal leader may need to turn to an Inventor or Architect to provide this kind of input.

Fieldmarshals will usually rise to positions of responsibility and enjoy being executives. They are tireless in their devotion to their jobs and can easily block out other areas of life for the sake of their work. Superb administrators in any field - medicine, law, business, education, government, the military - Fieldmarshals organize their units into smooth-functioning systems, planning in advance, keeping both short-term and long-range objectives well in mind. For the Fieldmarshal, there must always be a goal-directed reason for doing anything, and people's feelings usually are not sufficient reason. They prefer decisions to be based on impersonal data, want to work from well thought-out plans, like to use engineered operations - and they expect others to follow suit. They are ever intent on reducing bureaucratic red tape, task redundancy, and aimless confusion in the workplace, and they are willing to dismiss employees who cannot get with the program and increase their efficiency. Although Fieldmarshals are tolerant of established procedures, they can and will abandon any procedure when it can be shown to be ineffective in accomplishing its goal. Fieldmarshals root out and reject ineffectiveness and inefficiency, and are impatient with repetition of error.

I don't care to sit by the window on an airplane. If I can't control it, why look?"
ENTJs have a natural tendency to marshall and direct. This may be expressed with the charm and finesse of a world leader or with the insensitivity of a cult leader. The ENTJ requires little encouragement to make a plan. One ENTJ put it this way... "I make these little plans that really don't have any importance to anyone else, and then feel compelled to carry them out." While "compelled" may not describe ENTJs as a group, nevertheless the bent to plan creatively and to make those plans reality is a common theme for NJ types.

ENTJs are often "larger than life" in describing their projects or proposals. This ability may be expressed as salesmanship, story-telling facility or stand-up comedy. In combination with the natural propensity for filibuster, our hero can make it very difficult for the customer to decline.

TRADEMARK: -- "I'm really sorry you have to die." (I realize this is an overstatement. However, most Fs and other gentle souls usually chuckle knowingly at this description.)

ENTJs are decisive. They see what needs to be done, and frequently assign roles to their fellows. Few other types can equal their ability to remain resolute in conflict, sending the valiant (and often leading the charge) into the mouth of hell. When challenged, the ENTJ may by reflex become argumentative. Alternatively (s)he may unleash an icy gaze that serves notice: the ENTJ is not one to be trifled with.

Functional Analysis

Extraverted Thinking
"Unequivocating" expresses the resoluteness of the ENTJ's dominant function. Clarity of convictions endows these Thinkers with a knack for debate, or wanting knack, a penchant for argument. The light and heat generated by Thinking at the helm can be impressive; perhaps even overwhelming. Experience teaches many ENTJs that restraint may often be the better part of valor, lest one find oneself victorious but alone.

Introverted iNtuition
The auxiliary function explores the blueprints of archetypal patterns and equips Thinking with a fresh, dynamic sense of how things work. Improvising on the fly is something many ENTJs do very well. As Thinking's subordinate, insights are of value only insofar as they further the Right, True Cause celebre. [n.b.: ENTJs are capable of living on a higher plane, if you will, and learning to value individuals even above their principles. The above dynamic suggests less individuation.]

Extraverted Sensing
Sensing reaches out to embrace that which physically touches it. ENTJs have an awareness of the real; of that which exists. By stilling the engines of Thinking and iNtuition, this type may experience the Here and Now, and know things not dreamt of nor even postulated in iNtuition's philosophy. Sensing's minor role, however, puts it at risk for distortion or extreme weakness beneath the hustle and bustle of the giants N and T.

Introverted Feeling
Feeling is romantic, as the ethereal as the inner world from whence it doth emerge. When it be awake, feeling evokes great passion that knows not nuance of proportion nor context. Perhaps these lesser functions inspire glorious recreational quests in worlds that never were, or may only ever be in fantasy. When overdone or taken too seriously, Fi turned outward often becomes maudlin or melodramatic. Feeling in this type appears most authentic when implied or expressed covertly in a firm handshake, accepting demeanor, or act of sacrifice thinly covered by excuses of lack of any personal interest in the relinquished item.

Famous ENTJs:
U.S. Presidents:
Franklin D. Roosevelt
Richard M. Nixon
Benny Goodman, "Big Band" leader
General Norman Schwarzkopf
Harrison Ford
Steve Martin
Whoopi Goldberg
Sigourney Weaver
Margaret Thatcher
Al Gore (U.S Vice President, 1993-2001)
Lamar Alexander (former governor, US Secretary of Education)
Les Aspen, former U.S. Secretary of Defense
Candace Bergen (Murphy Brown)
Dave Letterman
Newt Gingrich
Patrick Stewart (STNG: Jean Luc Picard)
Robert James Waller (author: The Bridges of Madison County)
Jim Carrey (Ace Ventura: Pet Detective, The Mask)
Steve Jobs
Penn Jillette


Hmmmm--that whole "often find themselves in charge w/o knowing how they got there" sounds a little familar (Cub Scouts, anyone?). So dear readers, use the comments and tell me what YOU think--does this sound like me?

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Shermy's First Hunt

Jamie just called a short time ago to let me know that Sherm retrieved his first pheasant. We were both worried that Jamie would spend most of this trip chasing after Sherman in the field, but our fears were totally unfounded. Our Shermy must have some field dog in his bloodlines b/c he is sticking close to Jamie's side and retrieved that bird perfectly.

Pheasant hunting is different than duck hunting, in that it is preferred that the dog flush out the birds ahead of the master (so that the master can then shoot the flushed birds). As such, Jamie has a bit of work to do w/Sherm in getting him to flush out the birds w/Jim's pointers, as opposed to sticking to Jamie's side like glue. Nonetheless, Jamie is quite pleased that his "housedog" is also a "hunting buddy." And I'm glad he's sticking to Jamie in the field...

Friday, January 2, 2009

I love being RIGHT!

Don't worry, it's not a political entry. I'm too tired for politics. Rather, I ordered my sister a Mei Tai for Brewer for Christmas. It arrived late, but she got it yesterday and this morning I got an email telling me she loves it and that it has changed her life. I hate to sound smug, but I told her so! I STILL use mine with Cassie...I wore her in a wrap for about 5 months, then switched to the Mei Tai when she got too big for her wrap. Other than the crib/stroller/high chair/exersaucer, I can't think of another baby item I've gotten 13 months of use out of! I wore Cass in the Mei Tai for an hour at Target last week (she gets squirmy and climby in the cart), I wore her at the grocery store this afternoon (didn't want to risk her spreading her tummy bug in the cart)--it's still very useful to me. So I'm glad it is working out for my sister, too!

I'm watching a 20/20 on Extreme Mothering. These people are nuts. I'm off to bed...