Ahhh yes, I'm back out just a little more slowly this time. I love George. He was amazing in concert and there just is no way I can sit still during this song so I thought it was a nice re-inspiration. Dont worry, clearance was given and it feels great to get out and breathe...much to the disappointment of the dogs who don't understand that we can stay under the blankets forever.
I can only sit home for so long so let's get moving.
Happy Monday.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Great
"We can do this in the office."
"Great."
but then it came back..."ummm no we can't You'll need to go to the hospital."
"Great."
"It's a simple procedure."
"great."
That became three separate procedures and after reading up on the "big one"? Simple never crossed my mind.
But it needed to be done. So we said "Let's go". We were thinking it would take place after our vacation
BZZZZZ wrong AGAIN Tess! "We have room for you in a week."
" Firetrucking GRRRREAT!". So I worried and I cried.
The hospital called and on three separate occasions, I gave phone interviews. They asked if I had a religious preference and a living will. I worried and cried some more. I paced a lot; making that little race track around my dining room table. (Not even Maximus could pull the nap back up. But he tried. I love him for that.) They asked what if I knew what was going to happen on the day of surgery. I described as politely as I could what I understood the procedures would be. One of them involved a camera..."Would you like 8x10's or just some nice glossy wallets when we're finished in there?" she asked me. I wanted the package with the bookmarks and charm pendants. We laughed. Through the nervousness there was comfort in laughter.
Cheech drove me over and held me a lot. He made sure his face was the one I looked at while my nurse and half the township installed my IV. Good GOD! I never knew they needed a back hoe to do that crap. I gritted my teeth and blinked back some more tears. Needles. Everywhere. They brought me blankets fresh out of the dryer and I was snuggly warm. And then we headed down the hall. One thing that was cool was that sporadic ceiling tiles were tropical scenes and crystal blue skies. I imagined my cruise coming up shortly. I closed my eyes and counted the bumps in the floor as we headed down to OR. Cheech kissed me and said "Ill see you soon" My safety net walked down the hall. Couldn't he just hold my hand a little longer? Just until I was asleep? I wiped the tear and breathed in deep.
I met with my anesthesiologist and we discussed the wonderful drugs I would be given. He patted my hand and walked away. Despite the warm blanket, I was shivering. I was trollied into a room filled with clanking metal, tables resembling medieval torture devices and beeping meters, and several people all wearing "party hats"
"Well here's our guest of honor." I could see her mask wiggling into a smile. I tried to smile back but I think I just squinted sweetly. I saw my anesthesiologist again. "ready?" he asked softly.
"I suppose so. I got all dressed up for this party..." and I heard the crinkling of the happy fun bag as it was piggybacked to my IV. I waited for sleep to come. It seemed like several minutes but I'm sure it wasn't. I began to feel heavy and floaty.
and for those of you who know the importance of this phrase... I said "I'm gonna jus check on tha kids...."
Good night Sweet Rapunzel.
I woke softly and remember (barely) counting bumps in the floor. I saw pretty blue skies and wondered if I had slept through my vacation. A gruff pain reassured me I had not. I sat quietly, my head bobbing and I believe I was humming to myself. I heard music but no one else was dancing...It's okay, it wasn't that great of a song. I saw faces now not just eyes and white papery smears of masks. They brought me more dryer blankets and we moved in to recovery. They pulled the curtain around me and left me for a few. I noticed the pattern on the drapes was like sea grass with bubbles on it. I felt like I was in a glass of pop. All fizzy.
Then Cheech came in. I smiled and he kissed me. I was so doped up I probably pulled a Tommy Lee/Heather Locklear moment and licked his face. He laughed at me in my foggy state and only now am I getting bits and pieces of the hilarity that is me on narcotics. Intense conversations that begin but fade. Simple words that fall out without provocation...and of course giggling.
"I feel like I'm floating."
"I'll bet. You act like it."
"In a glass of pop."
"mmmhmmm."
"Want some cookies?"
"No thank you."
"Lornaaaa DOOOOONES"
"yes I see. You have some in your hair and down your party dress here... How do you feel?"
"Grrrrreaaaaaat." hehehehehe
The ride home was uneventful for me. I missed about half of it and don't remember getting put up to bed. Birdie refused to leave me but sat outside my door and when finally permitted in, laid at my side. Winston? Well, he was more interested in Lorna Doone crumbs from my clothing but today, he is my buddy.
I'm sore and home today. I thought I would take a moment and give you the skinny. All is right in my world although I feel like a baby giraffe...all wobbly and gawky. Overall? It was for a good cause; a necessary one and the people around me both professional and family? well, they were nothing short of
GREAT.
Thanks for all the positive thoughts, good laughs and ...well, just being you. I appreciate it.
Let the giggling and pointing begin!
"Great."
but then it came back..."ummm no we can't You'll need to go to the hospital."
"Great."
"It's a simple procedure."
"great."
That became three separate procedures and after reading up on the "big one"? Simple never crossed my mind.
But it needed to be done. So we said "Let's go". We were thinking it would take place after our vacation
BZZZZZ wrong AGAIN Tess! "We have room for you in a week."
" Firetrucking GRRRREAT!". So I worried and I cried.
The hospital called and on three separate occasions, I gave phone interviews. They asked if I had a religious preference and a living will. I worried and cried some more. I paced a lot; making that little race track around my dining room table. (Not even Maximus could pull the nap back up. But he tried. I love him for that.) They asked what if I knew what was going to happen on the day of surgery. I described as politely as I could what I understood the procedures would be. One of them involved a camera..."Would you like 8x10's or just some nice glossy wallets when we're finished in there?" she asked me. I wanted the package with the bookmarks and charm pendants. We laughed. Through the nervousness there was comfort in laughter.
Cheech drove me over and held me a lot. He made sure his face was the one I looked at while my nurse and half the township installed my IV. Good GOD! I never knew they needed a back hoe to do that crap. I gritted my teeth and blinked back some more tears. Needles. Everywhere. They brought me blankets fresh out of the dryer and I was snuggly warm. And then we headed down the hall. One thing that was cool was that sporadic ceiling tiles were tropical scenes and crystal blue skies. I imagined my cruise coming up shortly. I closed my eyes and counted the bumps in the floor as we headed down to OR. Cheech kissed me and said "Ill see you soon" My safety net walked down the hall. Couldn't he just hold my hand a little longer? Just until I was asleep? I wiped the tear and breathed in deep.
I met with my anesthesiologist and we discussed the wonderful drugs I would be given. He patted my hand and walked away. Despite the warm blanket, I was shivering. I was trollied into a room filled with clanking metal, tables resembling medieval torture devices and beeping meters, and several people all wearing "party hats"
"Well here's our guest of honor." I could see her mask wiggling into a smile. I tried to smile back but I think I just squinted sweetly. I saw my anesthesiologist again. "ready?" he asked softly.
"I suppose so. I got all dressed up for this party..." and I heard the crinkling of the happy fun bag as it was piggybacked to my IV. I waited for sleep to come. It seemed like several minutes but I'm sure it wasn't. I began to feel heavy and floaty.
and for those of you who know the importance of this phrase... I said "I'm gonna jus check on tha kids...."
Good night Sweet Rapunzel.
I woke softly and remember (barely) counting bumps in the floor. I saw pretty blue skies and wondered if I had slept through my vacation. A gruff pain reassured me I had not. I sat quietly, my head bobbing and I believe I was humming to myself. I heard music but no one else was dancing...It's okay, it wasn't that great of a song. I saw faces now not just eyes and white papery smears of masks. They brought me more dryer blankets and we moved in to recovery. They pulled the curtain around me and left me for a few. I noticed the pattern on the drapes was like sea grass with bubbles on it. I felt like I was in a glass of pop. All fizzy.
Then Cheech came in. I smiled and he kissed me. I was so doped up I probably pulled a Tommy Lee/Heather Locklear moment and licked his face. He laughed at me in my foggy state and only now am I getting bits and pieces of the hilarity that is me on narcotics. Intense conversations that begin but fade. Simple words that fall out without provocation...and of course giggling.
"I feel like I'm floating."
"I'll bet. You act like it."
"In a glass of pop."
"mmmhmmm."
"Want some cookies?"
"No thank you."
"Lornaaaa DOOOOONES"
"yes I see. You have some in your hair and down your party dress here... How do you feel?"
"Grrrrreaaaaaat." hehehehehe
The ride home was uneventful for me. I missed about half of it and don't remember getting put up to bed. Birdie refused to leave me but sat outside my door and when finally permitted in, laid at my side. Winston? Well, he was more interested in Lorna Doone crumbs from my clothing but today, he is my buddy.
I'm sore and home today. I thought I would take a moment and give you the skinny. All is right in my world although I feel like a baby giraffe...all wobbly and gawky. Overall? It was for a good cause; a necessary one and the people around me both professional and family? well, they were nothing short of
GREAT.
Thanks for all the positive thoughts, good laughs and ...well, just being you. I appreciate it.
Let the giggling and pointing begin!
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Hey Pretty People.
I'm going to be out for a couple of days, surgery day fast approaches and as funny as it would be, I've decided I will not pull an Edgar Allan Poe and write under the influence; but rest assured, I will be back soon. I have a couple of really good stories to post and some funny stuff to share.
I hope this finds you well and happy.
I'll miss you but we'll get to hang out soon.
Hope to see you in a few.
Take care,
love,
Tess
I'm going to be out for a couple of days, surgery day fast approaches and as funny as it would be, I've decided I will not pull an Edgar Allan Poe and write under the influence; but rest assured, I will be back soon. I have a couple of really good stories to post and some funny stuff to share.
I hope this finds you well and happy.
I'll miss you but we'll get to hang out soon.
Hope to see you in a few.
Take care,
love,
Tess
Monday, February 14, 2011
WPS
What can you say? WOO! I am so glad for my lil ear buds. My children would hate me for this but you KNOW it's one to turn up.
Why thank you Angus, I believe I WILL go a little harder...
C'mon warriors. Catch up.
Why thank you Angus, I believe I WILL go a little harder...
C'mon warriors. Catch up.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
What would I know...
As a mom of a teen, I am struggling with letting go, being a confidant, and remaining a parent. This is no small task and no matter how hard I look, my manual just doesn't cover some of the topics we've been dealing with; although we have improved greatly when it comes to sock folding. Thanks Parent Manual! You're the BEST!!
My daughter has always been a bit of a tomboy and I don't know where she got it. ;) But now she is just beginning to like guys and cross over into "tanity" (teen vanity) I've been reasonable: permitting certain outfits but not all, no makeup yet and as many of you know perfume lessons. Well, there was a guy she liked; a lot and she got all giggly when she talked about him. She blushed when he called her for homework help or to work on a project together. But he wouldn't ask her out. So she stepped up to the plate; swung and missed. Let me tell you...the rain fell on "Casey at bat".She cried and sobbed. She stood and stared at the mirror wondering why she was so ugly and why he couldn't like her. She was convinced she'd never find anyone as cute or nice or funny as this guy...
My famous words:
A guy worth your tears would never make you cry.
I tried to encourage her and comfort her. I tried to tell her there would be others...lots of others. But she would hear none of it. I reminded her how beautiful she was and that someone somewhere was admiring her and she didn't even know it. I got the first "You just don't KNOOOOOW MOM!!!!...." and more tears. *sigh* I was at a loss. I hate it when my kids hurt...especially like that. I was only hurt like that once and the scar is still very fresh, even now. I believe it always will be and I would give anything to keep that kind of pain from their little hearts. I know that I will fail, but I would do it if I could. I'm sure you know what I mean.
So to start, I meant to dedicate a lovely song for my daughter but as I always say "Karma comes around." (I will post it anyway because I sing it loud and proud for my baby girl...minus the kissy part... Because she is nothing short of amazing to me. Nothing.)
Anyhow, we went up north this weekend where she took out her frustration on the mountain. She began to forget the boy who broke her heart, shattered her confidence and made her doubt herself. She stood her ground, and conquered the snowy mammoth. She ripped it up and looked amazing. I get so excited watching her snow board. She promises me she will teach me...maybe next year...( I really do plan to do it. You know that right? IF you know me you do.) It was a pretty good day. She was tired and satisfied with what she had accomplished and even with her spills, she stood tall and ultimately succeeded.
"C'mon Doll, let's hit it" I said as Cheech and I collected the kids. We waited a few minutes as Boo raced down toward us. He has no fear. Lord knows I carry enough for us all when it comes to that...heehee. I find myself twisting my body where I THINK he should go. That will be fun when driving lessons are in order, don'tcha think?
"Uh...Hi." came a voice from behind us.
My daughter turned around. A guy stood there kind of toeing the snow and looking almost too intently at my daughter. Cheech shifted his weight and I though I heard him flex under his coat.
"Hi." she said and looked back at me. I shrugged and smiled.
"Soooo you board?" he asked with his poles in his hand, removing his sunglasses.
"Yeah." she lifted her gear to confirm.
Cheech stepped forward. I pointed to our son as if he was on fire as he soared toward us. "LOOK!"
"I ski." he said and bobbed his head toward his boots.
"Cool." She smiled brightly.
Cheech's face twisted a bit, like he'd smelled something dirty. I nudged him and collected my boys.
Maddie looked at me. "What do I do?" she hissed with a joyous panic.
"Ask him if he skis here every weekend because we are here most of the time."
She quickly nodded and discovered he was not a regular.
"Okay..well, you do a great job. I think you're cool." He smiled at her.
My daughter melted the snow beneath her feet. I shooed the boys toward the car. Cheech only took about four steps and then stopped. Watching...like any great papa bear. The boy's friends came up and the conversation died.
"I guess I gotta go..." he said quietly.
"Kay, I hope I see you again." she said sweetly and left him with his buddies elbowing and sniggering.
"Now what?" she whispered excitedly to me.
"Get his email? or his phone?"
"Oh yeah right...." and she turned back to talk to him. I walked ahead slowly and heard her muttering the information over and over so as not to forget it.
"What's going on?" Ben asked.
"NOTHING!" everyone replied and kept going. The elephant somehow fit in the car and now had a name: JT.
My daughter reached through the seats on the way home and gently touched my shoulder. 'Thanks Mom."
"For what Doll?"
"For helping me." her teeth were so shiny I had to squint to deflect her smile.
"Sometimes, only sometimes Maddie....I DO know."
I squeezed her hand.
This is a quick one...there seems to be a great want for the computer...I believe JT is awaiting...
Thanks for stopping in. I hope you smiled with me. I thought it was sweet.
See you soon.
My daughter has always been a bit of a tomboy and I don't know where she got it. ;) But now she is just beginning to like guys and cross over into "tanity" (teen vanity) I've been reasonable: permitting certain outfits but not all, no makeup yet and as many of you know perfume lessons. Well, there was a guy she liked; a lot and she got all giggly when she talked about him. She blushed when he called her for homework help or to work on a project together. But he wouldn't ask her out. So she stepped up to the plate; swung and missed. Let me tell you...the rain fell on "Casey at bat".She cried and sobbed. She stood and stared at the mirror wondering why she was so ugly and why he couldn't like her. She was convinced she'd never find anyone as cute or nice or funny as this guy...
My famous words:
A guy worth your tears would never make you cry.
I tried to encourage her and comfort her. I tried to tell her there would be others...lots of others. But she would hear none of it. I reminded her how beautiful she was and that someone somewhere was admiring her and she didn't even know it. I got the first "You just don't KNOOOOOW MOM!!!!...." and more tears. *sigh* I was at a loss. I hate it when my kids hurt...especially like that. I was only hurt like that once and the scar is still very fresh, even now. I believe it always will be and I would give anything to keep that kind of pain from their little hearts. I know that I will fail, but I would do it if I could. I'm sure you know what I mean.
So to start, I meant to dedicate a lovely song for my daughter but as I always say "Karma comes around." (I will post it anyway because I sing it loud and proud for my baby girl...minus the kissy part... Because she is nothing short of amazing to me. Nothing.)
Anyhow, we went up north this weekend where she took out her frustration on the mountain. She began to forget the boy who broke her heart, shattered her confidence and made her doubt herself. She stood her ground, and conquered the snowy mammoth. She ripped it up and looked amazing. I get so excited watching her snow board. She promises me she will teach me...maybe next year...( I really do plan to do it. You know that right? IF you know me you do.) It was a pretty good day. She was tired and satisfied with what she had accomplished and even with her spills, she stood tall and ultimately succeeded.
"C'mon Doll, let's hit it" I said as Cheech and I collected the kids. We waited a few minutes as Boo raced down toward us. He has no fear. Lord knows I carry enough for us all when it comes to that...heehee. I find myself twisting my body where I THINK he should go. That will be fun when driving lessons are in order, don'tcha think?
"Uh...Hi." came a voice from behind us.
My daughter turned around. A guy stood there kind of toeing the snow and looking almost too intently at my daughter. Cheech shifted his weight and I though I heard him flex under his coat.
"Hi." she said and looked back at me. I shrugged and smiled.
"Soooo you board?" he asked with his poles in his hand, removing his sunglasses.
"Yeah." she lifted her gear to confirm.
Cheech stepped forward. I pointed to our son as if he was on fire as he soared toward us. "LOOK!"
"I ski." he said and bobbed his head toward his boots.
"Cool." She smiled brightly.
Cheech's face twisted a bit, like he'd smelled something dirty. I nudged him and collected my boys.
Maddie looked at me. "What do I do?" she hissed with a joyous panic.
"Ask him if he skis here every weekend because we are here most of the time."
She quickly nodded and discovered he was not a regular.
"Okay..well, you do a great job. I think you're cool." He smiled at her.
My daughter melted the snow beneath her feet. I shooed the boys toward the car. Cheech only took about four steps and then stopped. Watching...like any great papa bear. The boy's friends came up and the conversation died.
"I guess I gotta go..." he said quietly.
"Kay, I hope I see you again." she said sweetly and left him with his buddies elbowing and sniggering.
"Now what?" she whispered excitedly to me.
"Get his email? or his phone?"
"Oh yeah right...." and she turned back to talk to him. I walked ahead slowly and heard her muttering the information over and over so as not to forget it.
"What's going on?" Ben asked.
"NOTHING!" everyone replied and kept going. The elephant somehow fit in the car and now had a name: JT.
My daughter reached through the seats on the way home and gently touched my shoulder. 'Thanks Mom."
"For what Doll?"
"For helping me." her teeth were so shiny I had to squint to deflect her smile.
"Sometimes, only sometimes Maddie....I DO know."
I squeezed her hand.
This is a quick one...there seems to be a great want for the computer...I believe JT is awaiting...
Thanks for stopping in. I hope you smiled with me. I thought it was sweet.
See you soon.
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